One of the Bees
One of the Bees
One evening a golden mist
That might have been a goddess
Sharpened into bees
That stung and stung and stung and stung
A girl allergic to them
Her throat closing like a fist
Bees dying in the grass
Like campfire embers
Their guts sucked out
The little bags orgasming
Their venom into her skin
Her father pierced her throat
With a Bic he happened to
Have on him and blew
And blew and blew and blew
Knowing it wouldn’t work
And the last thing he’d do
To his daughter
Stab her
In the neck with a pen
No one knows how but
She lived
She’s the one wears a locket
Over the scar
Inside it
One of the bees