“Too much” cries my girlfriend, as I balance another onion ring.
by McCaeb
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‘After placing the last onion ring, I admire my work. Each ring, a blessing, an act of god, an act of…. ***me***.
I look once more at my girlfriend. Her protests cease. Her eyes well up and before the first tear could strike her cheek she reaches her knees to her chest “No more, not again…”
I ignore her pleas, *for now*.
I take purchase once more in my art, in my creation. I know what must be done, I’ve been so hungry… so *hungry.*
As my neck tenses I lift my head, I stare up, then I stare *behind.*
A familiar sound of crunching and a sensation of ecstasy take purchase. My jaw releases its futile grasp to its mortal shell.
My mouth *opens.* The crying grows louder but she does not know that I see. That I am watching through bone and flesh.
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‘After placing the last onion ring, I admire my work. Each ring, a blessing, an act of god, an act of…. ***me***.
I look once more at my girlfriend. Her protests cease. Her eyes well up and before the first tear could strike her cheek she reaches her knees to her chest “No more, not again…”
I ignore her pleas, *for now*.
I take purchase once more in my art, in my creation. I know what must be done, I’ve been so hungry… so *hungry.*
As my neck tenses I lift my head, I stare up, then I stare *behind.*
A familiar sound of crunching and a sensation of ecstasy take purchase. My jaw releases its futile grasp to its mortal shell.
My mouth *opens.* The crying grows louder but she does not know that I see. That I am watching through bone and flesh.
My mouth ***opens.***’