The Bees
       

Those bees you crushed
in summer's harsh heat,
their stingers lancing at your feet,
the life stolen in youth
resides and rises inside of you,
veiled wings revealed years later.

Honey words leak
like sap from your tongue.
Once stung, pain collides
with myth and memory.

In darkness, all those secrets arise,
buzzing secrets inside your wild dreams.

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Copyright © 2011 Maureen A. Sherbondy All rights reserved
from Weary Blues
Big Table Publishing
Reprinted by Verse Daily® with permission