Catharsis

I can feel it. The sickness sneaks upon me like a spider spinning it's snare The slow stomach rumble the hypothalamus stimulated triggering the undercooked chocolate chip cookies upward. Fight or flight. nausea's drunken stupor surrounds me. Breath unsteady, uneven. Every second anticipates Mt. Vesuvius Blood supply decreases from intestines and stomach, rushes to muscles. The body preparing for battle. A volcano erupts. lava is spread throughout the floor and trashcan. Roaring through the conduit magma, Partially digested cookies, bile, and mucus wash over the floor. Expelling the contents into the world is easy. I can feel it.