Black Honey

all the Myrtle ghosts are asking around for a new host

but i know who you’re with now. it’s the worst.

i clear my lungs, there’s nothing as deep as the first cut

so last night i woke up coughing blood.

i called my mom. “honey, you are so strong.”

but now when i hear a surf song it’s hard enough to keep calm.

i want to hit your face with mine.

today the dog crawled under the porch to die.

if i could burn your new bed and finally spit out all this wine

then i’d clear my lungs. Darin said “there’s nothing as deep as the first cut,”

so last night i woke up coughing blood.

she is so gone. “hey man, you were so strong.”

but now when i hear “drunk in love”

it makes me want to tie one off.