Thursday, August 3, 2023

Grave Robbers

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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