A Purging

i've been living, so long, at the pace of my breath
at the pace of the beating
in my ribcage (slash) chest
but as each inhale,
slowly lowers in depth
my stomach rumbles at me,
i say, "save your breath,"
i'll pass on dinner
im facing off, with death
like a gentleman
living faster than the pace
of my breath
my breath: thin

just to let you know...

you let me in,
but i'm leavin'
for now
until
my breathin'
don't reek of vomit
somehow
i'll come back
i promise