Lying down in an aqua-blue room as the only guest
by Qiao/沥青 ︎︎︎No hesitation to commit your body to them, who host you with their best efforts, with a pampering but governing gesture: “where are you from? Oh I've been there, I loved there. Do you like here?”……I deserve to be a guest, honestly exposing myself on the examination bed. Medical latex props open my mouth. The serious smell of anaesthetic, wrap around the endoscope stretched down my throat, followed by a palm that began to churn my abdomen. It exhorts me to vomit from word to word, along with saliva, snot, and tears, all the secreted offerings. I vo-o-oomit colloid like bubblegum. I vooeeerrmit raw liquid like poplar sap. I vo,o,o,o,omit globs as rough as willow. I vouueerrymit skin as slimy as a cow's stomach, stained with soot and fragments of grass, I vk,k,k,k,k,kmit crusts as hard as fingernails, which used to scrape my diaphragm alongside. I vomited as best, hard, as I could. All the vomit aggregates into another bed. They caress my back and explored every pore on it. They make kindly sound: You're doing well. relax. You're doing really well. Everything is perfect.