Jello.

Not really a poem, just a bit of writing I felt like adding.

He didn't eat his jello with a spoon. Instead he squeezed the plastic between his fingers, causing the sweet gelatin to bubble out, stretched to almost splitting. His tongue felt at the edges, digging down like a hyperactive sperm into an egg. Finally the jello gave way and grotesque slurping sounds emitted whilst he sucked. When he was done bits of the filmy strawberry flavor clung to his chin, and his tongue, red with the mark of his final product swiped out to catch them.

It was disgusting, but I could not stop staring.

Reviews

[Sliver of Reality]

Wow, I like jello... hell it's the only thing that I can make without burning. I don't know what to say about this except that you made a very interesting obsevation.

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"It was disgusting, but I could not stop staring."
~wow~ this is like an exercise in a mental photograph~
and "I could not stop staring/well reading"
~this is surreal and just intriguing...very original & intuitive!!!

:)

[Bee]

A simple thing like eating jello made into entertaining, sexy and somewhat mysterious activity... :) Keep it up

[Chris Sevigny]

It's just so disturbingly funny and so well described you can actually picture sssing someone do it.

[An owl on the moon]

This is a vivid write that was so intriguing to read through.. and read again! Would love to see you write more prosetry, we'll call it... short stories and more. Thanks for sharing this piece!