Molasses

CW: death, violence

Every bomb

every gunshot

every murder in the news

heaping molasses onto me

Slowing me down

each step more difficult

until I am standing still

My whole body covered in the sticky darkness,

eyes occluded 

I am relieved that I cannot read another victim’s name.

I open my mouth

the syrup fills my throat

one final taste of sweetness as I 

let myself

suffocate