the loathe was penetrable
by HCl
the wave of disgust was fathomable
by centimeters
I let them out and enjoy my soul escapes
as my brain successes with its operation
my eyes spatially gaze at me
tell me, yes, I'm prettier like this
(August 2003)
Ida Mustazir
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/liberating-vomit/