Honey

She was as curious as she was brave

So when he offered her a seat inside the curls of his smile she took one

He trickled honey down her thighs and then licked it off her before it could

Drop

Through the floorboards

 

She was as brave as she was hopeful

So when he tattooed his name to her wrist she polished it until it glistened

He twisted and peeled her away with a pocket knife “but,” she said, “I am

Whole.

Can’t you see that I am whole.”

 

She was as hopeful as she was practical

So when she ran away from his surgery to find and devour the scraps of herself

She cried. She cried until she felt clean.

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Honey

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