Exercise 26:
Choose something from your fridge to write about, use all of
your 5 senses to describe it: Sight, Taste, Smell, Sound, Touch.
Hairless Peach
I bring my carefully chosen object to my nose and I take a
big wiff, and it smells sweet, ripe. It
makes my mouth water. Its surface feels
cold and smooth to the touch, yet with bumps protruding its very surface. The butt end of it feels rougher like a super
soft grade of sandpaper and dips in like an innie belly button. The rough bumps across the skin make me want
to claw at them and remove them from the-could be perfect surface. The bumps feel as if they are ruining the
perfection that is this hairless peach, yet those bumps are the perfection
making my mouth desire to eat this beast.
Were it so unblemished I might find myself unable to eat it, as if it
were to amazing to devour. It feels hard
to the touch, and yet squeezing just slightly threatens to bruise its delicate surface. It’s maybe a quarter of an inch smaller
around its entirety than a tennis ball, yet much heavier and more lopsided. One side of it is a dark rouge color, and the
other, a yellow blotched with red speckles.
It reminds me of the poisoned apple in snow white. The top part of it dips in like buttocks
descending into a hiding anus between the tufts of buttock fluff. Scattered about the edges of the rouge
colored surface are speckles that appear white, or perhaps beige. I shake it in my hand and it sounds like
nothing, for it appears solid; when I tap on its surface I find it is in fact
solid. Throwing it from hand to hand
makes a smacking sound as if someone were playing catch with a baseball all by
themselves without a mitt. I lick the
surface and taste nothing. I can bare it
no more, as the smell entices me to take a bite. Juices instantly touch my lips and my tongue,
making me not sorry I took this bite. It
tastes sweet and slightly tangy. The
skin comes off within my mouth and crunches slightly as I bite it and swallow
it. The inside is slippery to my tongue,
and yellowed. The inside surface proves
to be more bumpy, but at the same time is soft and tickles my tongue with
desire to have another bite. Parts of
the inside are a darker shade of yellow, signs of bruising. As I take another bite parts of it string out
and get captured in my teeth and on my tongue.
The taste is slightly sour at times, and yet sweet enough to tingle my
taste buds. The pungent aroma that
surrounds me is hypnotizing, and I find myself eating more of it. Within the center is a hardened core, and the
closer I come to biting it, the more sour and bitter the taste. The stringy yellow sweetness doesn’t pull
free from the core, a sign that it’s not quite as ripe as it could be. Alas, it has been devoured, and the core
disposed of. My object of utmost desire
is a hairless peach.
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