Someday someone is going to look at you with a light in their eyes you've never seen, they'll look at you like you're everything they've been looking for their entire lives. Wait for it."
-Unknown
Suddenly you realize they are on fire. They are burning alive... from... the inside! Flames flicker behind their pupils and smoke billows from their ears. The smell of burning flesh doesn't frighten you like you thought it would, instead your stomach growls uncomfortably as saliva seeps from the corner of your mouth and runs down your chin.
You step closer and you notice that the skin is bubbling and popping and it reminds you of all those Sunday mornings when your parents were up early cooking breakfast and you helped your dad flip the bacon. A blister pops and sprays hot grease into the air. Some of it lands on you and you jump back involuntarily when it lightly burns your skin. The same thing always happened to you when you flipped the bacon for dad too.
Their head tilts back and flames flicker over their lips and their chin slides down at an awkward angle opening their mouth impossibly wide. You dig into your pocket for the tiny black spork you snagged at Taco Bell last night, you always grab a handful and carry them with you, just... in case... You rip an end of the plastic wrap off with your teeth, spit out the bit that is in your mouth and then you slide the spork out and let the remainder of the plastic float away on a gust of summer wind. It's carried off into the distance and floats away to sojourns unknown. You don't notice and you honestly don't care, you are hungry, and your spork is ready. You lunge forward ready to scoop tiny heaps of tender broiled flesh into your awaiting maw. The spork breaks as you try to plunge it into a fleshy bicep.
The abrupt slap across your face jars you to your senses... momentarily.
You press your hand against your face
and the person standing across from you is screaming at you
and saying something about how dare you try to stab them with a spork.
You hang your head and cry over the lost love
and more importantly, the lost meal.
