love is a bee, stings
you once than dies, you’re alone —-
They can’t answer you.
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from death into life
Young Aldin of Wiloh had never contemplated death. It was almost strange — so many around him had the tendency to obsess over it, to clamor and claw almost desperately at their own perceptions of the end to know death as much as they could: when it would come, why it would come, where it would take them when it did.
By angela hepworth3 days ago in Fiction
Comments (4)
You nailed the creep factor!!! 🤩
This is a poignant and beautifully crafted poem. The metaphor of love as a bee, stinging and then dying, is both striking and heartbreaking. It captures the bittersweet nature of love and loss in a powerful and concise way.
Impressive...and I love Regina Spektor!
Whoaaaa this was so deep and had so many layers to it. You packed a hugeeeee punch with so few words!