"My beak slices through the meat of your body and your blood drips down my throat like warm honey. You taste like sweet ambition and carelessness."
"Despite the pressure in my body, I beat my wings. They take me far away from your corpse, but you remain with me. It’s taxing. I’ve started to believe that one day I won’t be able to lift my wings above my head.
My body is cumbered by the weight of life, and I fear one day it will be the death of me.
Love the writing and the concept!
"My beak slices through the meat of your body and your blood drips down my throat like warm honey. You taste like sweet ambition and carelessness."
"Despite the pressure in my body, I beat my wings. They take me far away from your corpse, but you remain with me. It’s taxing. I’ve started to believe that one day I won’t be able to lift my wings above my head.
My body is cumbered by the weight of life, and I fear one day it will be the death of me.
And yet, I must eat."
Simply haunting and beautiful.
We could not agree more! Honsel's writing is incredibly beautiful, and we are so honored to have been able to publish her work on our blog.
so beautiful
Our exact thoughts!