#the pearl who told me her secrets and poured her words down my convulsing throat as honey

[outlying-hyppocrate]

pensées poétiques, i suppose

#random thoughts #the things i imagine......... i have planned myself such a beautiful life inside of my mind #flowers and a cottage. and a beautiful man who loves me. and i love him #and we grow raspberries. beautiful raspberries. he knows how much i love them #husbands. husbands in a cottage. we were happy for so long. but my condition worsened #i was already so sick. physically sick. sick in the mind #sickness. consumed by sickness. always. i like to think it was the pearl #the pearl who told me her secrets and poured her words down my convulsing throat as honey #honey. when i was young i choked on liquid honey. i was so close to falling away #it coated my mouth. filled my lungs. slowed my heart. i want to feel such a way again #to know that something so sweet as honey can take you. enrapt. beautiful #and i should like to think that the honey still remains. from my mouth as i speak. holding my viscera together. inside of my mind #so this is what we meant by “honeyed words”. beautiful prospects. beautiful visions