Food and hopes and shit

Mayonnaise drips from the bite and slides down my chin. Something is wrong but first lemme swallow this; I sniff the shawarma and it smells a little better than shit. “Did this chicken die last year? Why does it smell like a rotten carcass? And taste like one?” I never ate a rotten carcass before,…

Indifference.

Just another day for me in the shower. In the right hand corner is the wall where he lived, living his life, his way. The web was expansive and strong with carcasses of dead insects spread along the corners. A mosquito casually flew right into it, that curious little twat. He came out casually as…

“broken”fast.

“Too much water.” I thought and ran back inside, emptied half of the bowl and walked outside. “The flame should be thin.” Had to rush inside again. It took ten minutes to figure out how thin it must be. “Make sure to use some oil so that they don’t stick.” Mom yelled from the other…