poetics

i see it dripping all over me

covered in transparent yellow

sweet like mango

sticky like an addiction

the sugar rush it gives

they smell it from miles

they come over me.

finding me through my shedding skin

a flying chameleon of emotions glued with wings i made myself.

transmuted into a be. ing of person.

they used to hate bees

cause they are all women

but now

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