(Content Warning: anxiety)

Choking through wattles
that seethe and seize,
Sputter specks of pollen
thrown up like stars
or a single bee
returning gold
to anyone she can.

She has been hanging lanterns
across buttercup blinds
unopened,
She is not ready
for burning retinas,
Honeystuck on candle glow,
Counting her freckles
until light returns.

Halo goodness, goddess suggests
that this is her silver lining,
A glow she cannot touch
burning up inside
while you rub her down
flower heads
across concrete
melting into butter.