Every time I read this piece I felt something a bit different going on. I think it's the way the last two lines sit. Sometimes when I read this it's about the death of a friend, and sometimes the friend is Catharsis. The word "poop" is a bit startling, but somehow it works out as a part of the purge.
Not sure why your work doesn't come up on the posts, but I'm somewhat jealous. My Hide feature does not work.