Sucking the last drop of nectar

negating its taste, colour or smell

with a slap and kick on its final petal

the Bee rose resuming its neverending flutter.

Suck the honey but be ready to die.

Crooked Eyes fixed its gaze

with a single thought at hand

ampute the wings to curb those flutter

Those who flutter are the greatest evil.

Suck the honey but be ready to die.

imagining concrete divides to be felt

striving to situate the other

placing the belongings at the pedestal

I fixed my gaze on the Crooked Eyes

anger-ridden thirst brought me close

as close as lashes touched my cheeks

spiked my fingers to pluck the crooked eyes.

the pain pierced my head

I could feel the pain of amputation.

a sigh quickly grasped my soul

the thought of a wall-less world.

Suck the honey but let me too.

sharpened my ears in joy

fluttering turned quicker and closer

a swarm of Bees smothered my soul

I could hear Radcliffe smiling amidst the storm.