Honey 

Counting the drowned bees In your honeypot 

Should make your finger sweet enough 

To push the bitterness you’ve seen 

Out of your eyes 

But it will only bring

Rats from the four corners 

To lick your tears and kiss your lashes 

Till they turn black

The loud horror will find a nest

On your face

To hatch the despair brooding 
Honey too sweet

Becomes bitter 

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