Gold melts slowly as it trundles down from the ladle. I watch it gleam in the dusk lighting in this hidden shack. The electricity doesn’t reach here but in these darker hours, the genuine nature of the burning gold was more appealing. I never knew I had so much gold and as I turned it to liquid, I poured it into my own heart instead of giving it away to others so freely. Without a burn, my heart took in the glowing honey like a cup, as it beats throughout my chest and into my veins. Sunlight filled me with every beat until there were no more cracks.
Golden light became me.