Web_Rand@lemmy.ml to The Monkey's PawEnglish · 7 months agoI wish for a sandwich.message-squaremessage-square13fedilinkarrow-up118arrow-down11file-text
arrow-up117arrow-down1message-squareI wish for a sandwich.Web_Rand@lemmy.ml to The Monkey's PawEnglish · 7 months agomessage-square13fedilinkfile-text
minus-squareAChiTenshi@sh.itjust.workslinkfedilinkEnglisharrow-up12·7 months agoGranted. You get a sandwich that tastes good. So good infact that it leave everything else tasting bland and unappetizing for the rest of your life.
minus-squaremassive_bereavement@kbin.sociallinkfedilinkarrow-up3·7 months agoYou spend the rest of your life looking for that same flavor and texture, roaming the streets of cities abroad, trying every single spice and crudité. You bargain with yourself that if you get close enough it will satiate you, but everything taste like ashes. Was it just a dream? But now nightmares chase you every time you close your eyes. In your twilight years, after a mad night combining perry sause with mayonnaise, desperate, you burn your tongue with acetone. Yet the aftertaste never leaves your mind, the sensual spicy smell, the perfect crunchy texture, cheese melting in your tongue in a lovely embrace… A single tear races your sunken cheek as you exhale your last breath while holding the last bread on earth to try. It was never close enough.
Granted.
You get a sandwich that tastes good. So good infact that it leave everything else tasting bland and unappetizing for the rest of your life.
You spend the rest of your life looking for that same flavor and texture, roaming the streets of cities abroad, trying every single spice and crudité.
You bargain with yourself that if you get close enough it will satiate you, but everything taste like ashes.
Was it just a dream? But now nightmares chase you every time you close your eyes.
In your twilight years, after a mad night combining perry sause with mayonnaise, desperate, you burn your tongue with acetone.
Yet the aftertaste never leaves your mind, the sensual spicy smell, the perfect crunchy texture, cheese melting in your tongue in a lovely embrace…
A single tear races your sunken cheek as you exhale your last breath while holding the last bread on earth to try.
It was never close enough.