I ate a burger today. Immediately after, I wanted to shit it out.
I listened to strangers yak about bullshit until my ears began to burn. I needed to vomit the poison I had injected.
I went for a run until sweat dripped from every pore.
It wasn’t enough.
I wanted to cut myself and watch the blood trickle from unsuspecting veins.
I wanted to reach inside my throat and turn myself inside out. I wanted my guts to spill out in a heap on the side of the road.
Instead, I expelled words.