poems

Pie (Graphic Short)

Pie

09/06/2017

I can’t remember if it was before or after I’d taken a bite that my pie began to wriggle, but I do remember the movement in my stomach as it did.

The sudden lunge as worm after worm grasped and wrestled for attention and freedom. I half gasped half choked as the hellucination vanished and I awoke to the smell of freshly baked pie.

 

©G.P Williamson 2017

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