Even in something so well known, there are complexities to its flavour, details left unknown.
Illustration by Prudence Villanueva (Graphic Designer, The Continuist)
Content Creator (Poetry), The Continuist
Don a cape of liquid gold
Your body drenched in sickening sweetness
Bring him in, close as sin.
Hairs brush up against your skin.
Goosebumps reach across your body laid bare,
Revealing the hatred you fought so hard to conceal.
The problem with trying to trap wasps
Is the necessary sacrifice;
The cost of their peace is your lament,
Your sanity is exchanged for their tortures.
Their poison seeps through your veins
A tempting toxicity
Of victims coalescing.