#artificial colouring

[faithnelson]

Artificial Nature

artificial adjective

Made or produced by human beings rather than occurring naturally, especially as a copy of something natural.

nature noun

The phenomena of the physical world collectively, including plants, animals, the landscape, and other features and products of the earth, as opposed to humans or human creations.

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She Sounds

I sound her out; she sounds like bad advice. Bad advice, from a good friend.

I sound her out, test her out in my mouth, run her over my lips and tongues like she's running me over with her car. She drives a big, fast car. Like the kind driven by dames, in old movies. It's not very fuel-efficient, but it's nice to look at. Smooth. Sleek. Aerodynamic.

She's dynamic; like pop rocks and soda, making your guts bleed and burst. She's pop rocks and drain cleaner; a caustic blend of sweet sugars and chemical combinations that burn. 

I feel sort of burned, from my time with her. Burned out, like I was used for too long. Burned up, like I was something to be consumed. 

I sound her out; her name, her voice. I try her on for size, see how she fits. She's like a glove, a thin plastic glove applied for health reasons, or maybe I'm just doing my hair. I'm not sure what I'm doing, but I'm for sure doing her. She fits me, it's a fitting situation, snug like a glove. Snug like a bug, in a rug.

I sound her out, her vowels and participles; I let them dangle from my lips like spit. Then I swallow her, her sounds, her voice, her gentle little suggestions of silence. Swallow her up tight.