Lovely red and pink scabs cover my cheeks because I've been running faster than the speed of light. Faster than super nova on a drag race car. Detailed freckles cover my back and my shoulders and bright whit

It's all so dirty. Feeling clean doesn't appeal to me anymore. The smells make me nauseous.
I saw vomit at 6 a.m. in the morning. I dry heaved 6 multiple times, and didn't vomit myself.
The carpet is free. It's clean.
So when I go home, I'm going to fill my stomach, then my esophagus, then my throat then it comes out of my mouth and enters the air and gets to fly for a second. Until I regurgitate so much that it just falls upon that clean-cut carpet.
Sometimes, I imagine myself back in time. In the 1930's somewhere. In that movie with that flapper, and the wall of Jericho and the poor guy falling in love for the first time. I imagine myself as the center rebel of that movie. Coming off the train, as a tranny, pissing in public on the train tracks, vomiting in the sewer, and becoming friends with a giant, and showing him my 16 inch dick, then I would slap him in the face with it, then slap everyone I thought wasn't attractive with it.
"That's very degrading, Kayla."
"Because I'm that giant?"
"Ooh.."
i feel exactly the same way
ReplyDeleteim like a mess but i feel wonderful
and you used the word esophegous again though baby
and the ending was really wierd xD
i have the same picture saved on my c disk.
ReplyDeletethis was really pretty by the way. it made me want to laugh and cry all at the same time.
not everyone deserves a piece
ReplyDeletei'm reminded of those vomit talks with Kevin and Corie in a different time