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
One of the Bees
One of the Bees
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