Sunday, March 5, 2017

1055. Artificial flavouring

My hand was all pins and needles.
I looked at it like it belonged to someone else as I searched for other repercussions.
When the first hints of feeling returned, I stuck my finger back in the socket.
My tongue was seized with a chemical-burnt reminiscence of too many ketchup chips.
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