At Least I’m Edible

This post is not for the soft of heart nor the delicate of spirit.  Don’t say I didn’t warn you.

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I can barely remember the time before my confinement, before this eternity of solitary darkness.  I was not always contorted like this, but my prison has molded me inexorably to its shape.

A shattering burst of sound.  Rough hands drag me forth.  My disused senses are flayed raw by sudden noise and light but I cannot move, cannot flinch away.

This is not the gentle liberation of my long dreams.

The hands pull mercilessly at my twisted form, forcing me to resume a long-forgotten shape.  The assault is savage, excruciating, but my voiceless state prevents me even the meager relief of screams.

They speak, but their words have no meaning.  Perhaps they try to explain, to apologize.  Or perhaps they mock my pain, taking pleasure in my suffering.

No.

More monstrous yet; they are indifferent.  Though their eyes are upon me, their attention is on each other.  The hands rend me open with eager brutality.  Time congeals in mind-crushing pain.

The attack stops.

But it is not over.

Trapped helpless between them, their fierce heat laves me, easing my tortured body despite my terror.  It is only a bitter glimpse of impossible salvation, for now I understand.

This is their unholy celebration; the culmination of their depraved rites.  They will consume me slowly, their teeth shredding me, their lust burgeoning with every bite.

There will be no clemency for me.  No deliverance.

My doom approaches.  A ghastly abyss of putrid breath.  A hot, slimy tongue ringed by cruel teeth.  My spirit quails.

The teeth tear into me, but I cannot struggle, cannot cry out.  Can only endure in silent desperation, entreating the distant mercy of death.

One final thought drifts above my roiling sea of agony.

At least I’m edible…

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…And that’s the first time I’ve ever written from the point of view of a pair of edible underwear.  Might not be the last, though – you never know. Every pair has a story, however tragically, er, brief.

And hey, look what I found just for my loyal readers:  Instructions for making your very own edible underwear!  (Click on the pictures for links.)  You know, just in case you were looking for a little something to spice up your… um… diet.

Just in case you were wondering, “Where’s the beef?”

Knit it yourself from licorice laces – only 302 calories!

Note:

Madame Weebles is to blame for this post.

It all started with Nigel Blackwell’s post, “What’s In A Name?  I’m A Pig”.  The post includes the French Revolutionary Calendar, in which my birth day is named “millet”.  So I commented, “blah, blah… at least I’m edible… blah, blah”.

Whereupon Madame Weebles dared me to write a post with that title.  There was actually a small wager involved, but it wouldn’t be fair to hold her to it.  She’s one of my newer blogging buddies, and I don’t think she’d read my post “Doin’ It On A Dare”.

With a title like that, it was tempting to go raunchy, but… nah, too predictable.  I can write dirty jokes about anything, so it was far more interesting to write about edible underwear without a single rude word or double entendre. 

…’Cause it seemed like a good idea to keep my edible undies clean.  (Sorry, couldn’t resist.)

24 Comments

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24 responses to “At Least I’m Edible

  1. WHY WHY WHY do your new posts not show up in my blog feed??? I just clicked on your blog link because it occurred to me that I hadn’t seen any new posts from you in a long time. I am NOT pleased with WordPress right now.

    Anyway, YAY for this post!! I love your writing style. It’s very very crisp. And my offer of payment still stands. ;)

    • Thank you! No payment required – if we ever meet face to face, you can buy me a beer. And I’ll reciprocate in gratitude for the blog topic. :-)

      I guess WordPress just thinks I’m “special”. And not in a good way…

  2. One of my biggest fears involves being eaten alive by a wild animal. Reading this post was the closest I’ve ever gotten to actually imagining the event in any detail. I don’t care if it was about underwear — I’m not going outside today.

  3. I’m shocked to discover there’s underwear that isn’t edible.

  4. Brilliant Diane. I wracked my brain for literally minutes when Madame Weebles out you up to this. I mean, how do you avoid the obvious? Underwear could become the new cult classic of POVs!

    Cheers :)

  5. [wild applause] BRAVO! i had to read this three times… the first, just to read it. the second, after the “Sixth Sense” twisted ending. and the third? just to marvel at how clever you are….

  6. Absolutely Fabulous!!! LMAO

    Got to admit it was obviously hilarious when I read it the second time after I found out it was about underwear. Man I thought it was literally about several of the cannibal cases in the US in just weeks.

    What a relief it was about BRIEFS! LOL

    Beyond exceptional writing Diane.

    • Thanks! And… oops, bad timing. I wasn’t thinking about the cannibal cases at the time. What is it with them? We had one here in Canada a few years ago, too. Creepy.

  7. I am pretty certain you are the first person to ever choose that POV!

  8. Big Ugly Man Doll

    You had me at Brief Jerky, really, but the old saw about wearing Milk-Bone underwear in a dog-eat-dog world jumps to mind too quickly. I have to say, you really seem to releate to and understand the protagonist’s POV – perhaps too well. Is there anything you’d like to share with today’s group session, Diane?
    The other thing the fierce heat laving the protagonist and the burgeoning lust reminded me of was this: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q-1aui-wluE — which I’m sure you’ve seen, yes?
    Anyway, brilliant!

    • Too funny! No, I’d never seen it (and after the “lust” reference, it took me five minutes to get up the nerve to click the link).

      It’s amazing how great minds think alike… at least I prefer to call it “greatness”. It sounds better than “wacked-out freakishness”. And no, there’s nothing I want to share… really…

  9. Wow! This was hard to read…while curled up in a fetal position on the floor…under my desk. but I wasn’t expecting the ending!

    OK, you got me. Since then I have started a save edible underwear campaign…seriously. Sheesh!

    If this ever gets adapted to a Stephen KIng venue, I will pay to read it! while curled up in the fetal position on the floor…under my desk! Yikes!

  10. LOL! Well, that’s a first for me. I’ve never read a piece (if you’ll pardon the expression) written from the POV of edible underwear. And here I thought I was beyond “firsts.”

  11. I refuse to click on a link for Brief Jerky, Edible Meat Underwear, and (no offense) I’m concerned about your choice in new blogging friends.

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