Sticky toot

inanimate as an object I am
liquid in your throat I could be
cold in your stomach I would be
juice in a pocket

they stepped in me and I was a wetness in their sock making their foot cold
they washed me and the sock and the world span and the sound vibrated and the waves went through me
I was diluted and mixed and flushed and fell away
everything I'm everything we're all there is we swell and fall and engulf the land
they're in me I'm sorry they're in me
were they sorry
were they ever sorry

to be with me is all consuming 

because I am juice
what else would you do with me

unless you are liquid you will never understand

disgusting a body is enveloping me
digesting a system prepares to eject
disorientated I'm forcefully splashing on ground
diseased in the dirt soaked by my stench drenched dull and dead

I like most about 'mastodon' is the clever 'profile metadate' boxes for storing your passwords

no one should ever do a post about 'mastodon'

inanimate as an object I am
liquid in your throat I could be
cold in your stomach I would be
juice in a pocket

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