The bears are angry
I have stolen their honey
They sharpen their claws
The bees are enraged
Their sweet treasure is missing
They side with the bears
I lick my fingers
They sting my face, claw my chest
Sweet, sticky, I bleed
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AH YESSS thank you. You write so well, Elliot (welliot). I got chills all over from this text. No, not text: Poem. Poetry it is.
ReplyDeleteFinally, mister, I had almost given up on your blogging. Again.
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