ALL THE BITTER-SWEET DARK HONEY IN MY HEART

All the bitter-sweet dark honey in my heart is oozing out of my pores, coating me, coating the floor, spreading out all through the neighbourhood. I walk slow. I walk sticky. I talk slow. I talk sticky. It is like a fog, but a fog you can swipe at, hide in. This bitter-sweet honey forces one into a slow, measured throb of feeling. It is time to walk around slowly and get used to it.