Oh, Honey Bee (Barb)

• Cooper Antico, Grade 12
• Poetry
• 2020

Honey bee, my only plea, is for you to remember me.
Your love.
The stinging barb buried within the epidermis of my skin.
Too deep to dig out.
I can’t let go of what used to be.
Striped perfection.
A slow diverge.
You’d think the pain would have subsided by now;
Especially considered that both our bodies have divided from one another.
You rupture!
Something inside of me.
I watch your guts spill onto the floor.
Just as your twitching wings slow.
My love for you grows.
Oh, honey bee Oh, honey bee
I see that we were never meant to be.