9-5-19
That honey sat in the sun until I could swim in it. I grew gills to stay submerged and breathe you in, sliding the syrup over my ribs and through my throat, to taste it twice.
129/365
Sarah Papple
That honey sat in the sun until I could swim in it. I grew gills to stay submerged and breathe you in, sliding the syrup over my ribs and through my throat, to taste it twice.
129/365