Honey, Salt & Critters

You sink into my paper cuts like thick honey

And all the critters descend into me, building combs, a bitter sting

The affection we feel for others comes at the compromise of peace

After all, how can you know love if the sting isn't there to reinforce the need?

You're salt on the wounds of future's past

But it is not your intent to cause me pain

It is your intent to remind me, that after numbness comes acceptance

After acceptance comes willingness

I am willing

To eat your beetles and cut my gums on their backs

To feed the cuts with more honey and sprinkle salt on the surface

To walk on glass and make shoes from my pain

To swallow your boiling vile and let it swell my chest

Your intent is not to my grievance

Your intent is to fast forward my pain so we may cauterize the obvious

To seal the skin and clean the gums

Because this honey belongs in bowls, not in my blood

Because critters belong in soil not in my torment

Because salt belongs in oceans not on my scars