bouy

a bouy bobbing in a fickle sea of oil, you listen to the sound of words falling from your lips like molten vaseline dripping over an empty honeycomb, while everything you need swims in circles on the plate next door. You hopped on the trolley and fell out face flat into a seasick serenade about something chunky in your milk.

what would it do to you to drink it all down?

would you have to hold your nose to forget the flavor?

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