nice try, God

there's nothing like starting your day with a tall, room temperature glass of Moth Juice. waking up, blindly reaching for the mug you know you left by the side of your bed the night before. bringing the rim to your lips, tilting back and glug glug glug glug until you're revived enough to open your eyes and see a recently deceased moth floating languidly just fractions of an inch away from your mouth.
iron, calcium, protein and cholera.
all a part of a complete breakfast.
side effects?
we'll find out at sundown when i burn my face off, overwhelmed with the intense desire to make out with a lightbulb.