Flavor of the Weak

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Hugging a steel mixing bowl, I gently prepare to transfer scentless spices of a life burned through. I fight the urge to prepare a celebratory cake. The life she led, and the lies she fed, made us sick of her flavor.

I start taller and go smaller. I hold my breath with each even portion, shoveling grainy mounds of her into small containers; One for you, one for you, one for you, and one for me.

1 tablespoon: I hunger for her
1/2 teaspoon: My aching heart begins to water
1/4 teaspoon: My mouth runs dry
1/8 teaspoon: My starving soul cries out
A Pinch: Salty passionate drops burn my eyes; I try clenching a blinding-white memory between my teeth

With grit under my shattered nails, I scrape from the bottom to the lip, making sure everyone gets their fair share. I split her evenly between four tiny boxes and prepare three to be mailed.

She died six months ago, her mini caskets arrived yesterday. Now that I’ve run my fingers through her, she’s taught me a final lesson: Some lives don’t come pre-sifted.

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  1. Avatar ElshaHawk (LoA)

    ew! so much wrong-ness… You’ve stretched yourself, grasped the madness, and conquered its description. I.. can’t eat now..

  2. Avatar Sage Autumn

    haha, as I am eating …You know, I read this about three times, first time, I just assumed it was about our white powder friend…INTERESTING!
    LOVE IT in my morbid way! 5 from me! yummy coconut no bake cookies ! that is what I am crunching an munching on!

  3. Avatar Infinity.

    way to grasp the challenge and create something insane!
    don’t get me wrong, it’s amazing. But damn, it’s so weird.

    I love it. haha

  4. Avatar Abby (LoA)

    To me, this was more sad than disgusting or scary. Grief twists the mind, throws us into madness through our longing. There was a distant tone, accentuated by the occasional piece of poetry “the life she led, and the lies she fed.”

    Amazing little ‘recipe’ in the middle section. Italics worked very well there and the last line to that piece was brilliant.

    The emotion is very raw (which seems a little ironic to my sick mind) and you express that brilliantly, excellent phrasing and language.

    As always, my pet hate is numbers in writing. Could the ‘6’ possibly be a ‘six’. Sorry…don’t know why it annoys me.

    Anyway. This definately deserves it’s featured spot. The very last line hits hard. Great work.
    Abby x

  5. Avatar Brebelles {LoA}

    Oh my. o.O
    Quite an intriguing concept you have here, if not quite demented, which personally I love. aha.

  6. Avatar E. Williams

    I have no clue what the challenge was, but this was gooooood. Pure wow. Thank you.

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