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.
- JO