Can you even imagine?
Can you?
Can you even imagine not having to leave the kitchen?
Can you imagine never leaving the kitchen?
Can you never leave the kitchen?
The pork chops aren't burnt.
You haven't left the kitchen.
The pudding is asking for a foot rub.
You can't leave the kitchen.
Your husband beats you and you can't do anything about it because of systemic misogyny.
Imagine never having to leave the kitchen.
Don't leave the kitchen.
The pudding and chops need you.
Your children are upset.
Don't leave the kitchen.
The phone is ringing.
It's 30 years later.
You never left the kitchen.
The pudding is laced with strychnine.
The children have moved out.
Your husband's lips are blue.
The neighbors are beginning to ask questions.
You can hear them on the phone.
They whisper.
The phone is ringing.
It's the pudding.
You can't leave the kitchen.
Can you even imagine?
Leaving the kitchen?
There is only one way out.
The pudding is calling you.
Eat the pudding.