- Blue Cheese
- Parma Ham 20.Raw Chicken
- Whole Eggs
- Rotten Eggs
- Breast Milk
- Menstual Blood
- Minced Meat of My Son
The machine hums as the liquid churns and whirls inside the jug. The colours whisk round and round, folding into itself, swirling into each other, reds and pinks and browns. It is mesmerising to watch. Hypnotic even.
The blender is shaking slightly. Rattling like a train on the tracks.
Finally she turns the machine off. The result is a mixture that looks unidentifiable. It smells putrid.
My mouth turns sour. I can’t help it. Vomit cascades into the bucket placed at my feet.
She grins even wider as she collects the vomit and pours it into the blender. It starts again. Round and round and round…
Finally she pours her concoction into a dirty glass. “Drink up!” she says cheerfully, like she is serving an exotic cocktail.
I keep my mouth tightly shut. I haven’t eaten for weeks, and have been tied up here even longer, but there is no way I am going to play her games any longer.
She frowns, walks over and tightly pinches my nose. It is no use after that. My lungs are screaming for air. I open my mouth and she pours everything down my throat.
My face turns green. She laughs and pats me on my head.
“Happy birthday, Mom,” she says. She gestures to the blender, still full of that foul liquid.
“I think you like it. Would you like some more?”
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