Nectar

It’s a flower, she said.
Watch as it blooms.

Then why does it rot?
A small voice mocked
From afar.

She swooned
And caressed
Petals of flesh,
And courted
The depths
Of decay.

With a fingertip
She smoothed
Rancid nectar
Down its stem,
Over a ring,
Laced on its hand.

But the rot? Teased
A grating whisper
In her ear.

For perfume,
She supposed,
To attract the bees.
She knew,
For she was one,
Looking for treats.


I took the picture in this post just the other day. I spent the last few days in Tucson, Arizona. This was my first time in Tucson and it was a lot of fun. It was nice to be back in the Southwest for a little bit, too. I lived in Albuquerque for a few years before moving up to Montana, so it was neat being back in the Southwest and the Arizona cacti are just so unique. I will say though, it’s been a while since I’ve had the feeling of getting into a very hot car after it’s been in the sun. Ha, I grew up in Texas so you would think that would be no big deal, but I think I’ve gotten used to the cold. It’s back to Montana for me today.

Happy Screaming


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S.L. Ember

Horror and dark fiction writer.

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