The Reincarnation

Something died in your mouth as you chewed your food. It could be your dinner at a restaurant that just didn't quite met your expectation. It could have been Mexican food that just didn't settle right. It could be Mongolian Barbecue food that sat at the prep bar a little too long. Whatever it was, it died as you ate. Your stomach knows it. Your intestines know it. Karma is about to show its face. After much wincing and pain, wondering when your sentence for eating something wrong will be over, the time has arrived. A pain that causes you to drop what you are doing and run to the porcelain delivery room fills your body. You clench your lower cheeks, praying that your gluteuous muscles are stronger than your labor pains. You sit, it arrives. The aroma of what ever died in your mouth fills the air, stench amplified by a thousand times. It has been reborn. You have been blessed with the reincarnation.