Were you put here only to provide contrast?
Your gruesome body zooming in and out of my vision gives something to compare to the flower.
Your shriek of your wings in my ear will only deepen the silence when it returns.
The thought of your landmine nest, hidden only where I step reminds me to tread lightly.
Your phantom crawling up my neck keeps me guessing.
On Saturday, May 3rd, 2025, at 10:40 PM, it rained a perfect rain. There was no buildup. The skies never darkened. It just happened. It was not raining before, and now it was.
There is a man on the corner of 87th and Amsterdam. I do not know him, and he does not know me. He wears a red T-shirt with red sweatpants. He wears a red coat with red shoes. He wears a red ski mask on his face.
You, like sugar, I desire.
You, like sugar crystals, shine in the light.
You, like sugar, make me high.
And you, like sugar, make me crash.
Comments
I love this! The way you describe the wasp so deliberately as contrast to the flower is really cool. Keep writing!
thank you for your support
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