This stage
honey pot
iridescent flies
ego-driven bees
Circling
entranced
drawn by
nectar’s promise
“Mine”
they cry
“this stage
is mine”
You see them
spotlit
how dare they
drink?
“Might I
join you,
there’s room
for two?”
Knowing
they can’t
won’t
say “no”
Invite yourself in
to drown
and drown
them
Swallowing
gorging
puking
it up
No air remains
for the breathing
you’ve driven
them out
This honey pot
yours alone
for the drowning
finale
This lonely
empty
super-sweet
honey pot
This stage
your stage
it’s all yours
you’re welcome
Drown and
drown easy
If it brings you
some peace
