The Body
For years, Reflection plagued my eyes, dangling my own body in front of me as though a honey laced blade. Though with time, the blade grows brittle, like honeycomb reversed to make home for something exquisitely sweet.
For years, Reflection plagued my eyes, dangling my own body in front of me as though a honey laced blade. Though with time, the blade grows brittle, like honeycomb reversed to make home for something exquisitely sweet.