Red Flag

With wonder I study

the results of my purges

creamy clumps and clouds of color,

my latest bold!! new!! creation!!

The tainted taste of acid

resting under my tongue, I ride

the buzz from my retching,

mesmerized as I contemplate

the design I’ve spent hours fashioning

and bringing forth.

A masterpiece formed in me,

intended for my eyes alone.

I must make sure it is all out

before flushing it away,

what goes in must be released and reviewed.

And now, mixed in with my artwork,

I start to discover swirls

of my own blood.