That Someday Purge

it’s been
quite a while
since i jammed
my fingers
down my throat,
nails scraping soft
tender tissues,
ripping them
into ragged
ribbons of

agony and sweet relief.

i really
don’t know
why i did that
all those years.
i cannot even
find the impulse,
the compulsion
to expiate myself
and purge me
of that void.

but now
i think
we live
in times
of cultural

and we
binge on self
purge in guilt
bathe in shame
call it freedom.

we’ll live
a life of
being not doing
or consuming

and our throats
will heal
and our song
will be sung


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