Today's meal

I’m eating a plate full of chips, pie and broccoli with so much ketchup on top of it all. Just because I can’t stop pressing that fucking tube.

The moment I place a piece of broccoli, covered in ketchup, into my mouth, I imagine it is a dead caterpillar; it’s overcooked and tastes soft. Then I have a chip resembling an empty dried insect – crunchy ends, and another hollow left over cocoon. Ketchup. Ketchup makes it all bearable. As I cut the pie open, a great number of lifeless maggots gush out, all covered in white mold or spores. Intermingling with the ketchup. I squeeze more ketchup on top and again I can’t stop pressing that fucking tube. Ketchup covers everything. Ketchup covers everything up. I take a mouthful. And another. And another.
There is blood running down the side of my mouth, I must’ve bitten my lip.
Ketchup