because i'm
one and the same
with bees: a self-destructing
prophecy. sharpen tongue
against weathered anger and
cut the roof of my mouth.
let words bleed until lips
no longer love but lie.

an unhinged disaster.

the sting i hold is for
me. to rip until pain
leaves pain unnoticed.
because all humans are
pained but some are more
pained than the others. or
so i think.

or so i think
with a honey-smeared
heart, not dripping of
sweetness but of
deadly buzzing
stinging bloody crevices
until all that is left
is a hived heart
that hums a
ghastly tune of grief.