it dulls the beehives the community of anxiety in my eyes skin stretched, a canvas of sweat and fuzz a bath of ice melts and boils as I stare at it too long as I steep in it too long
the mind doesn’t know how to quiet itself, it is complex depression calm wilting,
there it dies in my hidden
there is truth in the hidden
we are all hiding
from surrender from encounters from rejections
the right love at the right time builds ceremony
the right love at the wrong time disengages
the demons will win
but if you’re willing you’ll kill them in their sleep
