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A Synesthetic Scribble Of Biting Your Tongue At Lunch

By Hiranya Mukherjee

Like that sudden sting

Sharp sliver coated with rust

Poking out from the feathery viscosity of dew kissed grassy glades

That fugitive pixel on the screen showing pink in a scene full of blue and brown……

It appears


Your tongue reverberates with flavor

Your teeth dance to the bursting notes that rise out of eclectic textures


And then you wince.

Collapsing the gustatory symphony into a discordant storm

Of tasting iron and burn


That is why I wrote this after I was done eating even though I lost a few lines between digestion and recollection.

By Hiranya Mukherjee

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