• Hannah Flowers

i come across rams and their breathtaking, bead-adorned horns i’m finally close enough to touch them and they penetrate my chest and out of the open wound spills flowers of all kinds violets and sunflowers and marigolds and roses and gardenias i lie on a bed of lavender as bees swarm to my emptiness and build a honeycomb in place of my heart honey attracts more bees and flies and mariposas kiss my eyelids as they shut the river bank my bed is in picks up around july my body floats through crystalline waters over jagged stones that reflect rainbows of colour even as they sharpen themselves on my skin as i wash ashore i am alone with my thoughts once again and i can’t help but miss the soft fur of the ram the sweet smell of the flowers the cool mist of the river the golden glow of the honey

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