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The day you've been waiting for has finally arrived...
I thought you were a bee
You’re a bee
Golden and black,
not the kind that gives honey, buzzes around flowers,
the kind that stings
At first I thought it was self defence
At first I thought you would die like I did
when you left your sting borrowed in soft flesh,
But you returned
again
and
again
each time leaving a little bit more of youself
snagged in skin
It takes weeks for my blood to wash out your poison.
Yet you,
dont seem to lose your sting.
Never change, never learn,
a queen protected by her workers
in a cage of amber honey and waxy walls.
I thought you were a tumbling bumble bee
clumsy and fluffy, so nice to me,
but when you fly past, leaving me cold
theres no warmth to your yellow
your sting of poison never ending.
Maybe you’re a wasp.
i never could tell the difference.
Its a pity you have no honey,
to soothe the wounds you left peppered in my soul,
to smooth the lumps in my throat,
kept from choking down pebbles filled with tears.
The only generosity you ever gave me,
were the endless stings still throbbing toxicity in my veins,
the venom blackening my shine,
slowing my steps,
stealing my sleep,
my dreams
my joy
my life
the friend I thought I knew
The barbs leaking venom in my heart,
melt through meticulously stitched parts which took years to complete,
Leave a mess of torn pieces and melted twine.
Actions freeze and leave my pieces blue,
so different from your
Empty words, which flit between hot and cold
And your fucking
HOLLOW
GOLDEN
LETTERS
wasp