sometimes when i wake up at the crack of dawn and morning light seeps into my window in hues of orange and pink, i can see the reflection of a halo on the spot beneath my neck. honey sap pools itself into the holes near my collarbones and make a home. the sweetness of this is almost too much to bare. candied apples and sugary licorice all on the top of my tongue threatening to rot and decay all of the teeth inside my bloody mouth. red stained from a furious sunset and molasses because i cannot be sweet, this is not me.
i throw up this fucking sugar and sweet and everything nice.
i deserve to be all hell fire and spit ash on those who have wronged me.
i always try so hard to keep pink butterflies in my heart, but now im just ready to burn my body down.
