dreamt self destruction
She oozed closer. She was butter melting. She was cheese bubbling. She was bread browned by grill glowed by flame and her soft tortilla shell was tearing at the edges. She was ripping at the seams and pouring out in great gasps of yellow semi-solid dairy. We tried like little dutch boys to keep her together to no avail. She was flapping her flour arms and folding herself like a gaunt girl in an oversized sweater but the flow was running on an unstoppable treadmill of gush, of spread, of slosh and squish. The group ended up arms covered, bodies awash, slipping, sliding, quicksanding in the fickle state of ultra processed cheese.
She'd come to pass judgement. We'd listened, at first, with trepidation, with unease, aware of the damage that could be done. We had respect born of self preservation. It lacked staying power. It lacked cohesion. It ended, mudpitted, oilwrestled, undone.
She'd come to pass judgement. We'd listened, at first, with trepidation, with unease, aware of the damage that could be done. We had respect born of self preservation. It lacked staying power. It lacked cohesion. It ended, mudpitted, oilwrestled, undone.