Bulimia.

Hold my breath, chuck it down.
It burns down my throat,
I can feel it tearing up my internals.

I stuff my face, eating again and again.
More sugar, more salt.
I feel like I'm gonna pop.
I slowly pace myself to the bathroom.

Head hanging over, hair held back.
Fingers slip down slowly, gag once.

Three fingers now, harder and faster.
Gag twice.

Vision is blurring, tears are falling.
Shove again, gag thrice.

Flem, choking now. Cough cough.
Bang bang and one last gag.
Puke on my lips, my teeth.
In between my fingers.

It's okay now, it's all over.
You won't get fat, you'll be okay.
I'll be thin some day.