Fresh liver
Sand cucumbers
Nutmeg
Whisk until golden brown
The shuttle back
From regret-laden pastures
Left yesterday morning, Sir
I try to hold your hand
But I fumble because
You are a snake :snake:
Salamanders
Drifting through space
In a boat
flailing madly in slow motion
Giant, mucus-like sea sickness pills
9.30pm, your face with the essence of turkey
try fashioning a sack of chest simulation
light folding inside of you
the sound of fluttering
another door