Jeremiah 38: Free-writing while listening to Sarit Haddad (A work in progress)

Once there was a man, and the man was filled with words. The words were rough, hard, and unpleasant to look upon, like his fingers. So the prince threw him in a pit, where his voice could not be heard, and returned home to look at diamonds and drink coffee. Yet one day, when the diamonds lost their luster, and the coffee's bitterness could not be sweetened with white crystals, the prince remembered the ugly voice that left his thighs tingling. So he lowered ropes into the well, tough like the prophet's fingers, raised him up, and drank in his words. When the princesses asked why the prince was crying, he kissed her; behind the mirror, the prophet remained, bound in silence, as he licked the bread that tasted like sugar on his lips.