Act of Expulsion

We need to vomit up everything. We need to vomit so hard that we vomit ourselves up. That we vomit up the universe inside us.

We need to vomit ourselves inside out. Like, total expulsion. We need to thrown up our stomach linings. Turn ourselves inside out.

Can you throw up your soul, do you think?


We want to throw up ourselves. We’re disgusted with ourselves, first of all. We want to retch up ourselves. To spit ourselves out.

We want to expel ourselves. To be nothing other than this expulsion. This voiding.


We want to retch ourselves up – the old us. Who we once were. We want to throw ourselves up – everything we are. We want to expel it all – to expel ourselves. To expel the world in us. To vomit it up.


We must become an act of expulsion – nothing more. A violent exiting of ourselves. A continual exodus – through ourselves. Through our own bodies. Through our digestive tracts …


As though we could throw up everything we are. Everything we have been. As though we could just hurl out the poison. Our poisoning – all the lies. As though we could eject it all.

Some act of expulsion. Some casting out. Of ourselves! Of who we are! Of who we have been! Of what we’ve been made into! Of our wretchedness! Of our fallenness!