bulimia
words threaten to spill out
forming in the pit of my stomach
traveling up my esophagus
to my throat
getting caught behind the bars of my teeth
eventually they come out
induced in a wave of nausea
with a heated mind and boiling blood
out to be disposed
"freedom"
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