Bulimia Nervosa Lyrics

You reach in. Dig in, scrapping, grasping to the tips of your fingers. Down your esophagus, past your trachea. A boiling pit of an atrocious bile. (I reach into my mouth shoving my entire hand in feeling the saliva swell over. I start dry heaving and I'm anticipating the release. Shards of remnants within spurt out and I am not satisfied. Cough it up, gagging, tearing up. I am so happy.) The fumes rise in waves and rays of heat imploding from within. Drops lift up with ripples becoming reversed tracing outwards. Jawline cracks open like smashing a bottle against a counter and the foam of vomit overflows seeping to the very edges of your expanded orifice.