emetophilic
ashen neck i like, my painted moon
i like, the cinder step i like, licks-at
blisters i like, baby carrot spew
slides up i like, the sky under
the ground i like,
the devil in my hand i like,
to be so pink and pure again i
like not to know who's whimpers i
like to feel
the all slide
out i like to hear the splat i
like to see the ends