Sore Throat.

The inside of my throat feels so sore… and I haven't even been screaming. Kind of like someone is taking a spoon from the inside out and scraping, continuously. Reminds me of how I used to sit in my third grade classroom and gaze at a picture in my Social Studies book… page 252... of the millions of wet fish brought in on that wreck of a boat; being skinned, raw, flapping… though not in a still picture… but in my mind. And I wondered how they tasted. They had awfully red insides for live fish… made me second guess to whether or not they weren't animals being wrought from the sea, some escaping for their lives through that withering net. But nevertheless, they were fish. And I could smell them, even though it was just a picture. I never did too good in Social Studies… but I don't blame the picture's distractions. I don't blame anyone. Anyway; I haven't thought about that picture for how many years now…? Funny how the inside of my sore throat could pull up such a vivid fucking memory. I don't consider it a waste of time…