Honey to flies/I try/to make it easy/vinegar sinner/and it’s done/shatters/all over/my shoulder/is
bent again/the posture you see too/well/it’s hell/to be put back/ together so many times by so
many hands/the pieces/poke/out/I choke/down the knowledge that I’m fragile/angel wings/bony
chest/the rest/you touch/like Michelangelo touched David/sacred/deity/how can I keep you/when
you finish me
Aleah Dye (she/her) primarily writes poetry, tending towards topics of morbidity, love, social justice, and philosophy. She is dreadfully afraid of imperfection and spiders, in no particular order. She has a one-eyed cat named Ivy and a one-track-minded (food!) cat named Rosebud. Aleah hopes to make hearts grow three sizes with her words. Read her latest work via publications like Another New Calligraphy, The Daily Drunk, and dreams walking. Follow her @bearsbeetspoet on Twitter.