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.
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.
As you reach the end of the hallway, you notice someone behind you. They have their hands full, and they appear to be in a good mood. They are six feet away, and there is no one following them.
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I love this! The way you describe the wasp so deliberately as contrast to the flower is really cool. Keep writing!
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