i push the toothbrush so far down my throat that i feel like i could fit my hand down it,
i've gotten so used to the feeling that it keeps getting harder and harder to get the addictive pain of a rushing from my stomach to my mouth.
and out goes all the food i ate today.
YOU ARE READING
late night thoughs
Poetryjust thoughts when it's late at night about things going on in my life. they could be found triggering but i doubt anyone will read this. also i wrote all of this in less than twenty minutes sorry.
