Omer 21 - honey whiskey on my tongue

i never found dignity in

prostration and keeping quiet

but i also found no dignity

in getting lost to

distractions, stupors, people.

i kept tasting the burning, bitter honey

and acrid cinnamon

in hopes of losing and finding

the parts which hurt.

i held tight and let go of the ones

who loved and hated me,

i took in the dark and levity,

convinced it had to be better,

in mantra

until i found the thread,

following the winding, binding road

to the tangled center and found

i was right.

i made the choice to lose the taste

of honey whiskey on my tongue,

now sipping ciders

which stand half empty and wasted

unlike me

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Omer 20 — mycelium < previous || next > Omer 22 — 22 piercings

the start: Omer 1 — Pomegranate

We are now done with week 3 of the Omer: tiferet. We move onto week 4: netzach. Thank you for being here and for supporting. A tip is never expected but always appreciated. Here are the previous works for week 3, or you can start from the beginning:

Omer 15 — wild roses three

Omer 16 — New Moon Iyar

Omer 17 — snapdragon

Omer 18 — another life

Omer 19 — Operculum

Omer 20 — mycelium