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orthorexic bullimiaShe tried to get off with ordering just a cookiebut her friend made her get at least a small soupShe quickly ate half her cookie, half her soup, then chugged her sodashe excused herselfProceeding to the bathroom to empty her guts into the toilet bowlIt stung as some of the alcohol came upShe stared down at the vomit distastefullyIt reminded her of herself filthy, impure, taintedWhy couldn't they see?The greedy devil eyes saw her flesh and somehow mistook it for sexyWhen really it was like being covered in the vomit she expels from her body in this constant battle for purityShe knows she'll never have itshe flushed the toilet watching it swirl downunwantedgod she had so much in common with vomit
more than it seemed-nose bleed It started with a nose bleed. Not a big deal, so I tipped my head back and pressed a tissue to it. But you see the blood wouldn't stop. The lotion slimy cloth became soaked and saturated with blood. The blood trickled down my neck. It began to burn. I went in the bathroom and looked in the mirror. The skin that the blood had come into contact with, had begun to peel, swell, and bleed, as well. I tried to scream at the hideous sight, but the only sound that came was a light gurgle as blood was forced up my throat and poured out my chapped lips. The crimson began to ring my bright green eyes like liner. I heard a pop as my eyes were forced from there sockets by blood. They hung down still connected to me - but outside my skull. Then the blood drained out my ears, like water at the pool, and trickled down my sides. It started with a nose bleed and it ended with death. I heard her laughter then her voice, "oh, Tabby. Look at the big ole