Like sticky syrup.. he clung to her
Honey on the lips
Attracting insects
Biting, crawling, tickling their way back into the womb
Aching for a taste.. following instincts to bring her home to their colony
To be used
To be eaten
To share the honey with the other creatures
Nature
Natural
Animalistic instinct
Pheromones
A perfect justification provided by a god that does not exist to her
That is not there for her
A god that does not answer her prayers but answers to the call of nature
Providing the sustenance for his creation to exist in his perfect picture
She laid there
And in her mind her body sank deep within the earth
A slow disintegration
Worms eating her insides
Beetles in her cavities
Sustenance for yet another creature created by a god believed to be a
Father
His father
A provider.
She knew her duty
When the grave robbers came
To pull her bones from the inside of the damp earth
She knew they came for riches
She knew they came for value
Value can always be found in the leftovers
Because the leftovers have nothing left to give except what can be given
What she can give
What can she give
Syrup
Like sticky honey
Clinging to her lips
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