It crawled out of the flowers
like death, like purity, like
one hundred years of marriage,
the soured idea that
they would love each other,
that he would love her,
until the day they died.
She breathed it in,
it buzzed in her skull
like a million bees,
and she believed.
Natalie Wolf (https://nwolfmeep.wixsite.com/nmwolf) is a writer and educator from Kansas City. She is a co-founder and co-editor of Spark to Flame Journal and an editor for Ambidextrous Bloodhound Press. She spends her free time petting cats and thinking about desserts.