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Of Bees

by Aaron Blair

Behind my eyes, the hive buzzes.
The blood that runs down my face
and into my mouth is like honey.
My spine is brittle. It would taste so sweet,
sticking to your grinding teeth.
I crawled from the comb once, wriggling,
and when I grew wings, I flew away from the nest,
I left behind the towering tree.
Now the hive exists inside me,
the cacophony of bees scraping
against the inside of my skull
twisting my neurons into new shapes,
polygons forever and forever,
all those tiny little rooms.
I swear I can fly, but these wings won't lift me.
I want to scream, but my mouth is full of bees

05/28/2013

Posted on 05/28/2013
Copyright © 2024 Aaron Blair

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by LK Barrett on 05/28/13 at 06:23 PM

Oh my. This hot piece of visualization just grabbed me and took me with it...I'm still buzzed. I really, really liked it Aaron. Thank you. LK

Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 05/28/13 at 07:15 PM

Creepy and intensely visual, escaping and yet not. Man, oh, man, I can hear it! Thank you.

Posted by Tony Whitaker on 05/29/13 at 02:14 PM

You are probably my favorite poet on this sitewho languishes in the loge of the noir! Brilliant!

Posted by Mo Couts on 05/29/13 at 03:18 PM

Brilliant! Just like everything you create. What a gem.

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