the end of the party

help us
they have trapped us
in honey and glue
to light their party

they sang our favorite song
and filled the place
with wonderful smells
and intoxicated food

for weeks they have
whispered to our dreams
that our perfect mates
lay waiting for us
in the bottom of the jars
we laid down next to the perfect forms
and woke up to this nightmare

we are stuck to the jars
each of us have struggled
each of us still stuck
and once the party is over
once the humans go home
we know, with the sinking feeling
of someone drowning,
that we are components in some larger evil
and the honey-glue has
weakened us

you must come help us
before they revert
to their powerful forms
before the end of the party

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About Kary

I write many things, prose, poems, flash fiction, short stories, novellas, and novels. Feedback welcome. View all posts by Kary

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