Wednesday, January 26, 2011

Ode to a Banana

Wrote this yesterday:

The smell of overripe bananas permeates the air, and my stomach lurches. I swallow hard, repressing the urge to vomit and make a conscious effort to breathe through my mouth, and the wave of nausea passes as quickly as it came. Until, I inhale through my nose, and the cycle begins again.

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