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