Pissing Down the Spine of a Book

A steady stream of piss beats down into the 'Potter' on the Harry Potter book's spine. The ligaments unbind and part, making the 'o' distort and ripple like the iris of a horny party goer. Specs of urine hit my wrists, clinging to my hairs and gathering at the ends before running down my hands. The yellow colour seeps down the pages, making the letters spread outwards and merge with their neighbors. All the pages become a tie dye pattern of wavy ink and soggy paper. Parts of the book give up underneath the immense pressure of the 12 liter bottle of water I drank earlier and flop to the ground. The only thing that survives the downpour is the embalmed front cover, crinkled and moist in a puddle of yellowy liquid on the united embassy stage.