I was idly staring into space while hacking

I was idly staring into space while hacking into my own wrists with the sharp silver blade. The blood ran down my arms and dripped on the floor, as I continued to slash to the beat

of the cake mixer I got bored with trying to kill myself. I was immortal and everyday had been like groundhog day since my lover died. If only I could find new meaning to my

recipes. I thought if I replaced a few ingrediants of my cake recipe with my own bodily fluids, I could pass my immortality along to others & not be so lonely. I dripped my blood i

nto the batter. My ancestral line is from Vienna so it would be a German chocolate cake. A total cake from my immortal body fluids. I used my skin oil in the frosting and bile

In the cream filling, mixed with campfire marshmallows. It was topped with jello. This was my idea of reconstructing dreadful recipes from childhood. It was all natural though. Now

the only thing I had to do, was to mix it with the rum I'd bought in the morning. Wow, that was different from the childhood memories! "Not that different", remarked Astrid.

"My dad used to soak my pacifier in rum all the time, when I wouldn't stop crying.", said Astrid. As I marvelled at this insight in Astrid's childhood, I regarded the mixed drink

that my Father used to mix into my nightly bottle before going to sleep himself.

By now I was hearing the flames outside coming up the walls searching for us; searching for me. The drugs kept me unconnected and I could not reach my source. It was just there on

my mind but my body could not touch it. So I lay there listening as the fire engulfed me, trying to piece together how I might write about it if I survived. I did not.