By: Melissa Ratliff

The spaghetti noodle had been down this road before. Stuck to the plate, covered in sauce, last bite uneaten, heading for the trash. It was no fun in the trash. The trash was for rejects. It longed to ride the esophageal slide down to the stomach lava pit before taking in the twist and turns of the intestinal roller coaster. The amusement park for food. Only that could end this reincarnation hell. 83 times and counting. What had it ever done to deserve this as its afterlife? It’s memories of before noodledom were hazy and fading with each new birth.

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