I am overcome with the sweetness
As I swallow myself
As i learned to swallow him
I create a new sensation
Sweet, thick
Honey on my sleeves
On my hands
Lips pursed in something like pleasure
Similar to the way the statues we pitied
Stays frozen in their agony
When you ask what it tastes like
A lie of fire
Of dusk
Of embers left on my lips
From diners of phrases I’ve stored in my stomach
When my time for anger was finally here
But sitting before this rage, this feast of rage
I have curbed my appetite
With memories of my youth
Of the dancing and the screaming
And the art of understanding which
Of her voices
Would become the song of apology that night
Such sweet performances
Such a sweet girl
When she asks about her voice
Her chance to yell
I will tell her sweet girl
You are honey
Made to be sweet
By working hands who look only to stir you in
And swallow you whole
And so you will swallow yourself many times
Until you will learn to hate the taste
Of the bitter fruit
You wish to be
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