how by chewing wildflowers til your tongue turns numb because you're enamoured by the way it sounds when you slur your words. your gums turn black and when you smile all i see is pips and petals stuck between your teeth. oh you're so pretty. you're a real loose cannon, tendrils tethered to every orifice and every breath smells a little more like the grim reaper is sleeping in your mouth. i can see he's making quick work of your gums. but it works. better that than he move into your chest or burrow into pockets of fat in your head.