... addiction ..., ... beauty ..., ... experimental ..., ... girl ..., ... poem ..., ... poems ..., ... poetry ..., ... relationships ..., ... sex ..., ... sins ..., ... the South ..., ... time ..., ... weed ..., ... written under the influence ...

afterglow

blood turns to honey
as my body writhes
under the tickling
stings of a million
honeybees. swarming
in spaces between
my flesh and my soul.
gnawing at the rough
edges in me, smoothing
them down until I
sink beneath the waves
of covers; a statue
of glass and honey.

motionless and unaware
of an impending dawn.

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