Bees in our Bones

in the after
math
of the broken glass
she smiled at me

I smiled back

and we sprinkled
a little cocaine
on the flame

to feel the dying bees
buzzing in our bones

dancing

because
in reality
we were both
addicted
to the pain
that broke through
the numb

inside
outside
rainbows
upside down

ŠJ.D.C.IV 2019

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