Abby Pfannenstiel

Honey Bird

my soul feels like honey
my heart melting into herbal tea
on a summer day
sun kissing my face into freckles
that dot across my skin like constellations
scattering the light that turned into dark
a purple cloudless sky
glowing with places unknown to us

i’m finally not losing
to what doesn’t love me back
i’ve finally stopped reaching
for things out of grasp