Bloodhoney
Press your hand against this
Cardiac flutterpulse.
If only I
Could sew my skin to yours
And flow against your heart
I could show you why
The Queen kills her--
The Queen kills her
Daughters
For their avarice.
Seal your eyes with honey
Seal your ears with wax
Seal your tongue with mine:
See no--
Hear no--
Speak no--
This is a waterfall of horrors.
This poem © Gabriel Gadfly. Published May 11, 2009
