Grisly Satay
July 18, 2008
A grisly satay of grapes exploded under pressure and slid down the porcelain like a suicide-by-cop, digesting itself with a bubbly scum, still warm and unfinished. The edges blurred into the water reaching for strong acid to sustain their decomposition before the nutty detritus swirled and resisted the sucking power of the flush, waiting for the next patron to gaze into its eye.
