Hello old friend,

Lethargic and gluttonous

I haven't missed you

The dread of waking up

Although rarely do I rise from my sickeningly sweet nest

The dread of time progressing

Even though it feels like honey dripping through a sieve

The dread of simply being

Intoxicating myself with the thoughts of my own fermenting flesh

How I wish to do things I love

How I wish to feel a reprieve from my own swarming emotions

How I wish you would leave me

But like the amber shell of an insect, you stay

Stay drowned in the sweet nectar I so craved

Hardened into a specimen to be marveled at

To be studied

And my death would be none the importance

Instead my life as a simple moth would be exemplified

Used as a banner which others march

Used as a story

Maybe to save others from the sticky sap they lay

Until I am placed in a box

And forgotten

But forever you stay

Stay in that box with me

Stay my forever strangulation

Stay my sweet nectar coffin

Honey, my home.