it makes me feel
like i have just finished all my homework
i saw the evidence of my hard work
ready to turn in
To a toilet or a trash can or
like a race that i had won
Every long stride of my fingers crossing the finish line of my throat
lying to my mom is as easy as texting my best friend
My thumb pushes the lock in the door my legs shake my throat blisters my stomach aches
and i crawl my broken little body
into the bath to wash off all the vomit
The vomit
And i see blood
Is that
Is that my blood?
Poetry
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A powerful, short poem with twisted lines and a volta keen on squeezing a tiny gasp out of readers. “Every long stride of my fingers crossing the finish line of my throat” has to be the strongest line in the poem.