Nightmare!

“For he tried to keep it within, he had eaten those words thoroughly, chewed them without any mercy, as if they were to be crushed and wiped forever. He had hoped he would be able to digest it all. Alas! In the midst of this feast there came a sudden jerk, a sort of choke, holding up his breathe up and down. For words remained stuck in the throat, they refused to go down, they refused to be consumed as if a mere piece of bread. No it wasn't and he knew it, yet being over-confident he had decided to go against it. He knew it might be deadly, it might end up chocking him brutally and there he was now, battling to survive, battling to breathe, for words could not be consumed, could not be digested. He could not even scream, his voice was buried beneath those pile of words stuck inside throat. He must slice his own mouth, must put his hand down his throat and drag those lumps of words sticking to skin making him feel nauseous. He did so, he did not think twice, for there was no time, he might have died another minute thinking. And suddenly he vomited it all. He had thought once out he would eat it again but slowly this time, with all care not to let it stick down his throat. He will pour drops of alcohol along with if needed, for it would help it slide down the liver to be digested. But here it was lying in front of him, making him vomit even more, for it was disgusting, it had all rotten, for he had kept it all within for too long. Words had outlived their life, they were no more a piece of stinking meat that even hyna would refuse to eat. He hated himself for holding that dirty pile deep within himself. But he must clean it all up before it gets worse, before it ends up burying him within like mire inside a damp forest. He put his hand upon his nose, closed his eyes and started licking them back before somebody could discover that pile of stinking garbage.”

~ Praveen Parasar