Sharp Taco

Grim Reaper.

Solitary Confinement.

As you stare at the cheesy taco you carried to the bathtub.

You wonder.. you’d possibly eat it still, if it were as sharp as a blade.

Blood meets you slowly bleed to death, the flavour of the cheese stays.

Gauri is an amateur writer who strings words together to express herself. She loves peanut butter, and rainy days, when she can play music to her plants.

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