The Purge

Old meals
Arguements
and thoughts
 
Are forced up
By the invasive
Probe in your throat
 
Sometimes
When life is too much
Its easier to purge
And convulse
As the darkness leaves
Making you feel lighter
 
Overfull
Blown up
About to explode
 
Better let go
Before you break
And become an ugly ruin
of what you were
 
Purging gets rid of
What you dont need
I dont need my guilt
This is my purge