Both types of roots are webbed across a squishy mass that has the color and texture of slimy oatmeal that’s been left out to harden for a few hours, forming fleshy skin. Xxx Normally, I only put a table spoon of sugar into my oats, but I’m really, really craving sugar today, so I ended up dumping in the three to four table spoons I still had left in the baggy. And it tastes just like it smells–it tastes like someone chewed up a flower, a bit of honey, some pork, and a few drops of blood then spit it onto my tongue… It’s not just glued to me anymore; it’s fused my skin… “Alright,” I huff, panting afterwards. At the same time, the petal pinched between my pointer and thumb flexes hard as the flower blossoms. And why didn’t the sap and gunk that I
