syrup spill

by chris.

my fingers are sticky with syrup. i try frantically to collect the
spilled liquid covering the floor, gathering it up into my arms. but
it always seeps away out of my grasp. i keep trying and the syrup
slowly covers my body as i wallow in the mess, scraping it up to put
it back in the bottle. it works its way up my neck and onto my face
where i taste it on my tongue. i swallow it and keep sweeping and
sweeping, trying to push the sticky mess into a pile to be collected.
i keep swallowing whatever syrup comes into my mouth and my stomach
lurches from sweet sickness. i moan, strings of syrup dripping off
my lips, but i keep my mind on my task. the syrup reaches my eyes,
crawling like a creature, a snake or a lizard. i blink to get it out
but it sticks to my lids and makes smacking noises when i close them,
but i do not stop. with my eyes closed i search blindly for the
stretching puddle on the ground, pulling it in only to feel it seep
away.the bottle has an inch of liquid in it and i have twenty left to go.

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