The Day I Swallowed Glass

Have you ever tasted glass? You’d think I’m dumb for asking this question. After all, who eats glass?

I did though. You’d be surprised to know that it tastes like nothing. But if you let it slip a little further down your throat, you’ll smell blood. And that is exactly what glass tastes like, nothing and nothing until you let it overpower your senses which is when blood takes the reign.

You’d now be worried - am I stupid or crazy? Why would anybody try eating glass in the first place? I might need a doctor!

Well, yes. Technically, I do. I need a doctor for everything that’s been happening lately. I need a doctor to fix my brain, my body, my life, blah blah blah. But wait. I think I need a mechanic instead. Aren’t all tangible, non-living objects taken care of by mechanics? Of course, I’m a non-living, lifeless object, given the fact that quite a lot of blood drained out of me the day I tried swallowing glass!

So, where was I? Yes, the glass. I wouldn’t say it was tasty. Honestly, it didn’t feel like anything at all. The desire to see how farther down my throat I could let it go until it knocks me down unconscious was overwhelming. And so, I let it slip inside.

It was only when it reached my epiglottis that I felt a rush in my mouth. It was blood. I must say, that escalated quickly!

I saw blood drip from the corners of my mouth. Gasping for breath, I tried to vomit out the broken piece of glass. But it was stuck. I could neither shove it down my throat nor spit it out (that’s a nice description for the state I am in right now - I can neither keep breathing nor step back and die). I tried to call for help but not even air came out of my mouth.

I knew that was the end. I saw life drip out of my system in the form of blood, drop by drop. I had called it upon myself. I was responsible for the sudden system crash with no error on screen. I was the monster who ate glass.

But I survived. That’s how I’m writing this piece (ghosts cannot write articles, they are barely able to touch and feel things)! I survived because somebody saw me dying and took me to the hospital just in time to save my life. I am not thankful to them. They did a good job at saving a life and would even be proud of themselves! I’m not.

I’d rather lie on the cold kitchen floor and await death. I’d rather see life slip out of my system than witness rebirth. After all, I’m a non-living, lifeless object that tried tasting glass. I have no purpose. I see no future. All I see is that I went crazy enough to taste glass and there could be nothing worse.

So, now, if you see shards of glass on the floor sometime, do not try swallowing it. You now know how it tastes! And this is exactly how it feels when you trust somebody you shouldn’t.