Cottonmouth

What if you met that person already?

The one with the smile that they warned you about. The girls always used to say it was like a drug. What a simple fucking comparison.

No, I always knew that a smile was more like a fruit.

Do you wonder why the storytellers tell us it was a fruit that Eve ate?

It's because its so sweet, far sweeter than a drug. Except you don't know that its bad for you. It never seems like you're rebelling when you eat the fruit. It just feels right.

Have you ever heard of a canker sore?

It's a small, shallow sore that somehow manages to hurt worse than a knife to the thigh. Some people get canker sores more than others. They are the ones who tend to eat citrus anymore. You can always feel the acid erode your fleshy gums when you bite into that tender orange, but it doesn't matter in the moment; because, in comparison to what the fruit gives you? Well, it's worth it - then the sweet sensation of the fruit leaves your tongue.

So, what if you met that person already?

You know him. Or her. They left your mouth thirsty. Not your throat, but your mouth.

You think about him or her all the time. What they managed to do to you was far worse than a shot in the arm. You're not addicted now, you're thirsty.

For the fruit contains juice, and we will all die much quicker without juice than we do without our pills.