Stitch’n the Tongue
…brilliant flashes of laughter gushed themselves blue-red as lily sulpher alight, flash’n out from between her petaled lips. They slid about ontop of one another until her immediate face was thickening within the hotten stamen of her hap hap all over’n her shiny cheeks and chins. Hot unfold’n laugh laugh laugh. A laurffter folding it in herself up and over and repeating its peals as pearls an perls an perlin plees. And partpearls of it drop’n’d off and folds itself amongst the borders and the moss and lichens there… and the flashing laughter springs up through her heels and make blossoms in her and all around her and everything now is flowers.