THE STING
On October 6, 2014
by CHRISTOPHER
Falling, falling from a person’s arm
like a leaf falling in the wind
in the middle of fall. Bright, dark,
I can’t tell. I’m a bee that stung them.
They screamed, I died wondering
why I stung them. I might come back
but don’t know when.
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