• Eddie Fogler

Stung

A handsome young honeybee Landed on my arm Smooth and stylish In his tailored pollen pants Striped polo And flashing a charming smile.


May I sting you? He politely asked.


I shook my head I have been stung by your kind before.


He crunched his abs So his stinger grazed my skin I’m different.


I looked towards his advances But if you sting me You will die.


He scoffed at the thought.


You will die. I continued Your stinger will get stuck And you will rip apart.


That’s only if I leave you.


And what about your queen?


She has a hive full of followers He leaned into me harder I will not be missed.


I wanted to trust him Despite his shifty beady eyes And cocky humming He sensed my hesitation And pressed further in.


We will be together forever I said As I closed my eyes And gave myself to him.

With a pinch of pain He stung me.


But then I felt him Quickly pull out With a gleeful laugh He stung my body again. And again. And again.


You bastard! I screamed in agony.


But before I could confront him

He threw on his

Yellowjacket

And flew away.

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