I can't bare to stare at this stranger anymore.

Door left ajar,
swarms of honeybees sneaking in
seeping in and
I'm sleeping in.

Sinking into grass
remembered only by some awful smell,
never placed
yet still, I linger.

Rusty compliments drying out my throat

Tobacco fields replace valleys of grass
and letters pleading for his girls to come home
reveal a man exposing sleeves-
"Come join me!"

An apple rotting, shut away too long, not a single bite missing.