indian honey

by Rachel Lynch in

Wide-eyed child sleeping in the nectar of the sun. Next week it will be back to the honey hotel on the east coast, blush wine and old film. She's just a child, but traveling like she's walked the world a thousand times. She feels safe inside the hotel, a warm fireplace and shades of yellow. Aesthetic  virtues dipped in warm honey, she doesn't know who she wants beside her. The seasons are changing.