Necropolis
You force your fingers down into your throat. You choke and heave against the toilet. Nothing comes out the first time, you but you feel the rush of something coming up.
The taste of bile coats your mouth and you spit into the bowl. You heave a second time and it's dry. Leaning back against the stall you feel light-headed. The parch throat burns from the bit of acid. The headache seems to subside as you get up, it's replaced with a light-headedness. You slowly make your way to the sink to rinse your mouth and replace the lost fluids. The dizzy-feeling spreads through your body like novacaine. You don't even feel your skull bash against the sink on the way down.
Your body settles upon the ground. Blood leaks out a little from the open wound...
The taste of bile coats your mouth and you spit into the bowl. You heave a second time and it's dry. Leaning back against the stall you feel light-headed. The parch throat burns from the bit of acid. The headache seems to subside as you get up, it's replaced with a light-headedness. You slowly make your way to the sink to rinse your mouth and replace the lost fluids. The dizzy-feeling spreads through your body like novacaine. You don't even feel your skull bash against the sink on the way down.
Your body settles upon the ground. Blood leaks out a little from the open wound...
