Emesis

She rests her head against the cold, unforgiving porcelain rim. Her breath comes in shallow gasps, her diaphragm rising and falling with each painful intake. Frail arms wrap around the thick of the toilet, holding it like a lover would. The foul stench of her vomit whispers into her nisus, causing those once loving hands to claw at the unyielding porcelain as a new wave of nausea rolls through her broken frame. Through a crack in the door, a child's eye watches as her hero throws her life away.