off my knees -
this vomiting spell
has passed -
tuned intensely to
the bathroom floor...
checkered tiles
forcibly jumping out
at me, while I bend my eyes
in new ways...
like waves
the walls have started to shed
painted lacerations -
I've taken quiet inventory
of each tile
I can't seem to focus
on these beautiful mirages -
I am safe
in here
I am safe