Honey
Honey
Sweet on the tongue
Stick on the lips
Gathering flies
Stifling…noises
With their blanket of
Protection
Black as the night
Cold as the grave
Unoriginal and Unappealing
Moving, shrinking
Growing
Cover the eyes
Cover the face
Adapting to restrain the
Movement
Rising from the petal dust
Beneath familiar roaches
And stagnant breath
Unspoken
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