Melt

I have taken on the mantle of the wicked witch of the west. I have melted. I am but a puddle of human goo.

It's quite nice really. All that survives is a solitary finger to type with.

I have no ears to hear children's demands. And they haven't noticed the pool of me on the kitchen floor yet. I am sure once they realise it's me down here they will still request drinks and snacks, despite it being quite apparent that I lack the limb/digit combo to achieve such tasks.

I finally have the flat tummy I have been yearning for. Well, flat everything really, on account of the runniness. I could probably be spooned through the eye of a needle, let alone the leg hole of a size zero short.

Oozy. I am oozy. It's like having a bath, without the effort of turning the tap. I doubt I smell as good as Radox, but as my nose is now no more, I lack the olfactory sense to care.

Gloopy, loopy and slightly soupy.
Might just stay a while and snooze.

Love Miss Pond of Cisco xxx