Erin Lyndal Martin Immersed in Honey

Imagine the Earth as if it were immersed in honey. As the
planet rotated its axis and orbited the Sun, the honey
around it would warp and swirl, and it's the same with
space and time.
Francis Everett

Dear lost ones, should you ever want to come home, know that I am here. The world is made of honey and time, honey and space. This means time and space are so sweet that no darkness grows in them. Fear not the violence that took you, innocent soldiers, nor the sickness of the crows that ravaged your brain. Feel my hand on your flesh. There. My floor is marked with marigolds, my body with scarlet poppies. Sometimes I can still hear your clothes rustle on the staircase. Two black horses pound the dirt where you were.

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