It’s more than anyone needs to know
It’s one of those vile vulgar experiences
That collides with your body in an overwhelm
A surge of illness that tears at your guts
Rips at every part of you with a toxicity
That has to find it’s way out of you now
In violent purges from mouth to ass
Again and again
It’s more than you wanted to hear from me
On this sunny winter morning welcome
Drained of yesterday’s tuna sandwich
Grilled with cheese and tasting like goodness
Left behind in the toilet in repeat hurl to get the
Scourge out of my body so death won’t take me
And the hideous curse of it ‘be gone to the devil’
It’s not the diet plan I had in mind
And in this moment I don’t ever want to eat again
A favorite comfort food gave it’s poisonous rebel
Consumed in a violent retch that shivers still
In my body and if I didn’t know better
I would never eat again, never ever.
Jeanne Adwani ~ geezer girl 
Oh no!
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As it enter the body temple, if it not be tender, I shall “scourge” the beast from your person and it will not be pleasant. Be of cheerful heart for great good is coming. lovingly
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That sounds incredibly vile, my poor dear. Sending healing energy and love across the miles to your sick bed. Be well, darling friend.
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I’m grimacing! I hope the torture is through soon!
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It was fast, violent and then done. whew.. thanks
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Poor you.
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