You, And The Bees

You, and the Bees. 

1. I stand at the payphone waiting for you to answer. I’m afraid I’ve run out of quarters, but the sound of the line buzzing is better than the absence of your voice. 2. It's funny to think your voice is just a vibration, perhaps the simplicity of the buzzing of bees. 3. I remember the first time you stung me. The way the feeling lingered like pale handprints on my skin– the way it hollowed my trust.  4. Did you know a bee's venom is just as toxic as the venom of a cobra? Though the cobra may hiss and outwardly prey– you, and the bees are far more pretrifying. 5. You, with your warm fuzz that brought me closer, the clear wings I somehow couldn’t see through. You made nests out of my bad habits and fed me honeycombs of your trauma. 6. I remember the sour tang dying on my tongue– how I wanted nothing more than to throw it up. 7. How it boiled in my abdomen, I felt the heated drops hit my inner skin while you painted the outer skin. 8. I lie there, covered in yellow and black stripes, as you fluff my hair and thread faux wings softly through the layers of my skin. 9. I still feel the moment of trying to fly. How it felt like trying to move your upper teeth, as I watched you soar in circles around me. Even now, I feel my eyes jolting back and forth as you go faster, the dizziness in my head as I try to spin with you. 10. You covered me in pollen– it coated behind my eyes and even under my tongue. And similar to those honeycombs– you covered my mouth as I coughed. 11. Sooner or later, I found it hard to breathe. I sat on the high windowsill staring into you, as I wheezed and left balefires of pollen from my mouth. 12. Suddenly, I felt your hands on my shoulders, you were so close I could feel your breath on my neck. You couldn't even look at me. 13. Faster than I could figure you out, I was plummeting to the concrete that I wish had been closer to our floor. My arms were laid out like they were trying to escape me as I fell back first, and I saw you rushing as if you were going to catch me. 14. And in my last breath, I said, 

“Why did you push me?”

You said; “I thought you wanted to fly.”