Wild Honey
b'It\\u2019s a wild honey night. Listen fierce. Check a pulse. All flowers match the sunlight. Tonight, crawl with me. Quick with stride. We\\u2019ve seen this before, death. But when we died we never became Rest I guess we were meant to be left\\u2013 alive. Snapped twitch breathing\\u2013warm\\u2013anything but misery, sure. We are not indecisive we just know that\\u2019s not what we\\u2019re looking for. We float around, watching people get tattoos of things we\\u2019ve said wondering if they know that that\\u2019s the wrong kind of pain.\\n\\xa0\\xa0\\xa0\\xa0\\xa0It\\u2019s a lonely story night. It\\u2019s a pain to control your might, it\\u2019s exhausting to try and take a bow after finding out that there\\u2019s no honey. And the night\\nis just as timid as you are.\\n\\n--- \\n\\nSend in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/nakedpoetry/message\\nSupport this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/nakedpoetry/support'