“Pick me up,” it whispered to me.
Though only a whisper, my ears received like a destructive sound wave.
“Pick me up, and all your troubles will be far away.”
There it went again.
“Just think about the sweetest thing. I can bring that to you.”
How tempting. How odd. A talking axe? I thought.
“I know you love sweets. What kind of candy?” It didn’t stop.
I paused. Now I’m really going crazy.
“Red Licorice awaits. All you have to do is pick me up.”
And so I did, just for a second.
Before I knew it I found myself indulging in the best licorice I had ever tasted in my life.
But then I opened my eyes to face the real madness.
A body lied in front of me, its stomach slashed open, guts slithering through my fingers.
And I couldn’t help but to close my eyes.
All I could think of was that ever so sweet red licorice.
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Loved this, so eerie!
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Thank You 😀
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The red liciruce is drawing me. Oh heck!
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It’s not really red licorice that’s a metaphor. Would you like to know what it really is?
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Go on then. I have just awoken from a horrible nightmare so I came into WP to try and calm down. I guess I might as well know lol
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Red Licorice is supposed to represent the intestines…:D
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I wonder how I guessed it might mean something like that. Keep up the horrific writing. It is great!
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