Drabble #35 – Flavors
Swallow the universe and you’ll be picking stars out of
your teeth. Put the bottle down and leave the dregs of planets
and speckled backwash for me. I’ll smoke those infinities
from your lungs, if you let me. I swear I will, for all the
gold encrusted and diamond studded promises I offer, this one
comes laced in stardust. This dusty shelf holds a more cracked
you. This rusty faucet knows the color of your teeth too well.
This frozen mountain that we’re dancing on is a slippery
slope indeed, but you’re so beautiful when nebulae are
swirling in our drinks and painting the surface of your
eyes.
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