TWENTY-FIVE
honey drips from every crevice

Honey drips from my fingertips,
coating your wounds in it.
It soaks into your lungs
where all the suffering hibernates.
Are you still breathing?
I know the truth even though I'm asking.
How is your heart holding up?
Is it strong enough to take me with you?

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 What are some of your favorite holiday foods? 
𒐀 Any kind of dessert, dinner rolls, and those little cheese & pickle trays.

May