Repulsive.
His foul mouth rapes a spoon of soggy corn flakes. Milk and spittle merging into a sick soup.
She looks at his coffee...
Her special blend. Bitter as prescribed.
Her stomach churns, as his pack of glistening fingers brutally mauls the burnt bacon carcass- nothing escapes the massacre of his mouth.
She looks at the coffee again......he takes his dose.
Sounds of wet slurping lick her spine as his lard tongue lusts after the black liquid.
He swallows his putrefied stew.
An excited smile parts her thin lips and she begins writing...
"John was taken from us too soon..."
