margarine

“Butterflies taste like margarine,” she said, and I should have asked how she knew that, but instead I mixed our faces together and made them waltz, and I can tell you now she tasted like a Siren, drowning me in the middle of the sidewalk.

{flash fiction ~ Tommy Tung}
{art ~ “Enchanted” by Daniel Peci}

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