Diet Honey

Your lips leak diet honey, the bees love it all the same.

They overwork their hours so you would know their name.

The stormy coasts don’t frighten when you drive a sugar rush,

And when the clouds tighten, their wills turn into mush.

Your severed limbs seem dancy while your two heads sing.

They bow to the bared bones and kiss the rusty rings.

But as I scream in terror, they laugh at me with pity.

The clothes they made me yesterday will no longer fit me.

So I get high on diet honey, I lose spite to fleeting words,

Stumbling through the hell you summoned here on all fours.

I wonder how to ease this noose you’ve now tied around me,

I wonder if I should because the others wear it proudly.