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.