Enjoy - Ice cold

[squirmelia]

I've been drinking warm ones lately, just to get that taste, that rush, as quick and easy as possible. But suddenly, I remembered coldness. I held it to my chest as I got in the lift, could feel my heart beating right against the metal. I tip it up, and there's the icey oil fixating on my wriggling tongue. I can feel it move right through me, as if it were live liquid, an aspartame lizard. There's three on the desk, but only one is animated, the rest just bear the brown scars around the hole. My whole mouth is buzzing, as if the liquid were spirited and full of popping candy. I burp gently, and the syrup has become poison, it's affected my body, I shiver, I smile.