Sticky.
- Catherine Liu
- Apr 1, 2023
- 1 min read
Toxic relationships
A sweet, opalescent thing:
Honey. Her hands coated in the tar-like substance so
tangerines or lemons?
Something stringent that slices the stickiness.
Instead, she nurtures it,
a darkness blossoming,
unfurling its broad wings.
Flapping overhead grimly, it caws meanly,
yet she bolts barefoot after the revolting creature,
plunging into the downpour.
It is all she knows.
All she will ever know.
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