Philistine Ayad

Sexton’s Secret Recipe

 

A spoon of sugar

filled sin. Perhaps

a dash

or two…

of shame

lodged, in

            thick,

bashful—slick

            bobbing,

throbbing,

 

sticky, pasty night

mixed in

salty regret

            from fluttering

flowering lids   

                        of coercion

                        shatter reason

impaling

            breathy conscience.

 

Quaking, shaking madnessss.

 

(Shh… They may hear the scurrying of insects.)