issue 1 (page 8)

honey and almonds

I bet you taste like honey and almonds

as the season drizzles over your skin

roasting chestnuts smoking in your eyes

smoke dancing with the fairy lights



I bet you feel like sheets on Christmas morning

that nuzzling warmth you can’t let go of

holding you must feel like the completion of family

so that not a single part of me is missing


I bet your secret smile looks like the first snowfall

something you just can’t dirty without any meaning

as golden as that childhood memory

as special as that continuous hope and its longing



I bet you taste like honey and almonds
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seth tillings is an eighteen year old writer who has a weird obsession with birds (especially with crows) in his writing).  he lives in the south of england and his life is dull.  he is also a full-time procrastinator.  you can find him lurking around his blog at flyhecried.tumblr.com.

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