We all know it…

Lips curving into a smile

Butterflies falling into a belly

Dripping nectar & igniting something

Is it anxiety, no anticipation

Excitement, ecstasy, fear

All culminating into…

Hello

How are you bumblebee,

I see your stinger & yes I’m scared

But I couldn’t help but notice that you know how to make everything sweet

By your nature—in the very act of being

You turn beauty in susten...

a puzzle. kaleidoscope of fractured perception, mix of memory, and daisies, and daylight.

a statue of cobbled stone laid by midnight’s lonely dirge, and yearning. so much yearning. it’s essence hollow and chipped.

these hands are frozen in place. unable to lay brick or put together, so…

can you find the picture in these word that I cannot see, and tell me i am not a type of nothing?

that so...

A mouth opens—lips drawn into an o, long curved teeth, and a pink tongue desperate for blood. This was my final sight before my body went into the belly. A terrifying sight, but not as terrifying as writing a letter here, in the stomach of a beast.

I’m writing this to the next person who falls inside here because I know another person will fall inside here. This beasts hunger is insatiable. Ther...