To me, the imagery of purging is so strong. When I think of those moments when I’ve purged in whatever way I do, it is so emotional, so physical, on the verge of spiritual. I long to purge my frustration onto paper before a binge even begins; Poetry truly is a venting tool isn’t it?







Purge my words onto a sheet



Of paper, empty out my pit,



My bottomless pit



My aching pit.



My bloating pit



My stomach won’t fit.







Purge my words onto a screen



And listen to a band.



Listen to the riff



Wish that I could hit



a note



That would wake my life back up.







Purge my words into a song



“I am gone gone gone!



I am trying to surrender



But I’m not that strong.”



Please save me landon,



Please save me Kendra



Please save me Jesus



Cause I wanna get better.