Famine (malnourishment) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2010-08-30 17:29:00 |
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Current mood: | entertained |
Entry tags: | famine |
You make me sick
Who: Famine (malnourishment)
What: Your regular Monday morning
Where: NYC
When: Monday
Warnings: Mentions of blood and vomiting into a kitchen sink.
He watches her flutter around in his kitchen, making waffles and pancakes and bacon and eggs and porridge and sausages. The croissant with butter and strawberry jam on top lies half-eaten on his plate, the cup of coffee next to it half-empty.
She is humming.
He is waiting for the cramps to start. Here they come.
He knows he won't make it to the bathroom and chooses the sink instead. Leaning heavily against it, he studies the unsightly clumps mixed with stomach acid, bile and blood migrate towards the drain with raised eyebrows.
"...ground glass?" he asks, wiping the spit and blood off his lips with the back of his hand.
"Oui," she replies around a mouthful of bacon and sausage. "In the jam."
"Clever."
"Merci~"
"Not clever enough, though."
"Dinner will be better, cheri."
She is getting better but he knows he will win in the end. He kisses her greasy pouting mouth, wipes his hand clean on her blouse, and heads out for work.