Wild Honey

It’s a wild honey night. Listen fierce. Check a pulse. All flowers match the sunlight. Tonight, crawl with me. Quick with stride. We’ve seen this before, death. But when we died we never became Rest I guess we were meant to be left– alive. Snapped twitch breathing–warm–anything but misery, sure. We are not indecisive we just know that’s not what we’re looking for. We float around, watching people get tattoos of things we’ve said wondering if they know that that’s the wrong kind of pain.      It’s a lonely story night. It’s a pain to control your might, it’s exhausting to try and take a bow after finding out that there’s no honey. And the night is just as timid as you are. --- This episode is sponsored by · Anchor: The easiest way to make a podcast. https://anchor.fm/app Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/nakedpoetry/support