it danced …
like a drunken ballerina
on her tongue,
tumbling gently as it’s sugary orange
mantle melted and seeped,
properly absorbed by the dermal lining of
her mouth and throat,
and sent like manic heaven to her synapses,
turning angels to demons,
fondnesses to fear,
and her feet to rubber, as she
walked her best sway across the ceiling …
this poisoned potion -
this diversion -
was...
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