I confused agave
for Amber
when you spoke
Drank a glass full
Choked on all the flys
In elementary school
Muesem of sepia boxes
Sluggish down my throat
Petrified My heart
buzzing
Pathetic, and filthy
frozen in carbonite nectar
Like a classroom fly
blush my cheeks
make my cold hands touchable
Harvest my Amber heart
I never was
A mourning person.
But I have always been
An exhibition.
Aug 15, 2017
Aug 15, 2017 at 1:08 AM UTC
I confused agave
for Amber
when you spoke
Drank a glass full
Choked on all the flys
In elementary school
Muesem of sepia boxes
Sluggish down my throat
Petrified My heart
buzzing
Pathetic, and filthy
frozen in carbonite nectar
Like a classroom fly
blush my cheeks
make my cold hands touchable
Harvest my Amber heart
I never was
A mourning person.
But I have always been
An exhibition.
