latenightcornerstore:
November is knee-deep in old love.
And the problem with stagnant water
is how it putrefies, how a clean thing
can go heavy, how it stinks.
Cold presses on the mattress and
heartache crawls out from under it,
dripping hot honey into your open mouth until you drown like a turkey in the rain.
(You are not the hero of this story.
Even if it’s yours.)
You watch
the people you love
love each other
and feel like a child,
face pressed against
a store window,
begging for something
you are not allowed
to have.
NOVEMBER IS AN ABANDONED BEE HIVE, by Ashe Vernon
Published on November 09, 2018 08:33