Lilac Wine :: a warzone towards haiku

January 5, 2011

In the practice of the Tao, every day something is dropped

Filed under: Text — Tags: — Lilac @ 4:45 pm

Stick your finger in your throat.

When I stop mentally resisting, stop focusing on the horror of throwing up, it becomes just a way of opening to you. Pushed against the counter, gagging and fucked, everything moves in time. My fingers form a rhythm of abuse, pulling out spit and vomit without judgment; a taboo is unlearned and left by the wayside.

The tarot card I pulled for 2011 was Death. It couldn’t have been better.

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