Prompt: Say all the things you never would in real life
(no surprise I deviated from this a little)
It would be easy to tell you
that you’re my favourite and
I love everything about you.
The words slide
free from my lips
ooze down you like honey.
It looks pretty at first
glistening and twinkling in the sunlight,
a butterfly perches on your ear,
and we laugh about the living art work you’ve become.
As day dips closed
the insects find their way home,
sneaking up on you
licking and sticking to your legs.
An army of ants
try to carry you home
to their nest, a prize.
Beetles crawl up your arm
and you are swarmed by bees,
you cannot open your mouth now
and the flies are blocking your nose,
only the whites of your eyes showing.
I’m sorry I said anything
I try to pick the words off your skin
but I cannot find them
hidden beneath your costume
I turn, close the door behind me
and wait for the exterminator.