Chortle

It starts as a smile
Progresses to a full face explosion
Running jumping and chasing.
Then the slip.

Was that a snort?
My eyes crinkle up
The corners of my mouth tickle.
Burn.
It is a full blown fire in my chest.
Oh god.
It’s going to burst.
It rolling rumbling past my larnyx.

Don’t snort.
Ugh. Don’t snort!
Water is streaming
Black streaks down my face
Monuments to my mascara mistake.

Snort.

My face hurts.
I try to pull oxygen past my closed off breathing tube.
Is this how I die?

Snort.

“What’s so funny?”

Huh.
Wait a second.
I can’t remember.
Well isn’t that just hysterical?

Snort.

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