VOMITIN'!

it was your signature dish

churned up and disfigured into a mass, lumps, dregs of filth the only person that would be around was at the next town over for the past few nights so I stumbled into the bathroom in a daze and heaved and hacked and it spilled all out in modest quantity a thin puddle of peach whiskey and so I drooled the rest of the spittle out I went to wash my hands by the clean clean sink only to whip my head back towards once an unexpected mass, lump, dregs of your signature dish disfigured to all hell rose to my throat and without any heaving or hacking pooled out horizontally against the toilet rim and and oozed out like chilli chunks and drops on the floor, against the wall and I stared with a flash of emotions of shock, of despair and then being sick and tired of myself all in the span of two seconds I dropped down to my knees, toilet paper scrounged up in my hands as I instinctively began to wipe and clean up all the scattershot chunks of vomit off the cold bathroom tiles the ceramic shard of the toilet chipped at the bottom dug onto the skin of my thumb, inflicting a deep, painful wound blood blood blood, and a desperate scream I stared at the bloody cut, and wrapped it with tissue paper, and continued to clean dumped all the bloody plys of tissue into the bowl and gawked at it's grand terribleness mass of dark dregs, lumps like chili tissue paper stained with blood, blood, blood and some loose strands of fried noodles from two nights before it looked wicked like evil expelled out of me it was wicked evil expelled out of me in the form of churned up guts and dark dregs like chili, strands of fried noodles, peach whiskey and blood, blood, blood I flushed it all down the drain