Oh, Honey Bee (Barb)
Cooper Antico, Grade 12, St Norbert's College
Honey bee, my only plea, is for you to remember me.
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.
A slow diverge.
You’d think the pain would have subsided by now;
Especially considered that both our bodies have divided from one another.
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.