there’s something about the voice
how it trickles
like warm honey

soft and sticky

sweetness fading as memory
forgotten laughter

the way a word is said
and then unsaid
eaten up again
like cold toast

with honey
of another drone’s

Currently unavailable for purchase

saturday mornings; another place, another time


  • PJ Ryan
    PJ Ryanalmost 3 years ago

    :) i was here. i like this. yes, cold toast.

  • twistwashere
    twistwasherealmost 3 years ago

    gosh , so much visual , for so few words , too choice.

  • Arcadia Tempest
    Arcadia Tempestalmost 3 years ago

    Another memory pops up to be buttered with today’s emotions…. lovely work :)

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