Resist

Choking on CheeseThe slimy, smooth cheese glides too easily back into my throat then stops dead in its tracks, stuck. My tongue involuntarily spasms like a dying bug twitches immediately after death. It swells, filling my mouth, suddenly too big for its home. For all its struggles, my tongue only coaxes the intruding food farther down. My head jerks back and my eyes convulse. They water just enough to keep the tears hanging precariously over the edges of my lower eyelids. Now, if I were smart I would take shallow, measured breaths to stretch out what breaths are left. Instead, my breath rasps out in bursts and chocked sobs, no pun intended. Mucus is buildingChoking on Cheese
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Without Rain, nothing could be cleansed. Without Fire, nothing could be valuable. Without Wind, nothing could fly. Without Creativity, nothing would be pleasurable. And without the Soul, nothing would matter.
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