Today’s meal

I’m eating a plate full of chips, pie and broccoli with so much ketchup on top of it all. Just because I can’t stop pressing that fucking tube.

When placing a piece of broccoli, covered in ketchup, into my mouth, I imagine it’s a dead caterpillar; it’s overcooked and tastes soft. Then I have a chip resembling an empty dried insect – crunchy ends, and another hollow leftover cocoon. Ketchup. Ketchup makes it all bearable. As I cut the pie open, a great number of lifeless maggots gush out, all covered in white mold or spores.  Intermingling with the ketchup. I squeeze more ketchup on top and again I can’t stop pressing that fucking tube. Ketchup covers everything. Ketchup covers everything up. I take a mouthful. And another. And another.
There is blood running down the side of my mouth, I must’ve bitten my lip.

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