"When I kissed her she tasted like strawberries" ...you only tasted her lip gloss. When I kissed her she tasted of agony and surrender, of submission and rage. She tasted of honeycomb fresh from the hive, still dripping venom.

You kissed her lips. I have tasted her soul.

If someone says "There's no venom in honey" I'm gonna wrap a wiffleball bat with the definition of "metaphor" and then thwap you on the head with it, hard enough to get that that nice "bonk" sound but not actually hurt.

@estrogenandspite I was so deep in the metaphor that I assumed that when you ripped out the honeycomb, a bee had its stinger pulled out, spilling venom over everything.

I love how evocative your writing is.

@izzyzeis awww, thank you so much. That really... Gave me some really big feelings. Thank you. :D

@izzyzeis @estrogenandspite

I was picturing "scorpion honey" myself, but your point is accurate: extremely evocative metaphor.

@estrogenandspite oh that does sound fun tho... hm

ehem...

There is no venom in honey!!! πŸ€“

@estrogenandspite I really hope this is what it’s like to kiss me.
@estrogenandspite at risk of stating the obvious: that is an extremely fine piece of writing.
@AbbeyPerilous it means a lot to me to hear that. :)