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Stained Fingers
A worthless poison
Jul 6, 2021
During the solstice sun
I picked raspberries
subtle seeds between my teeth
when a bee stung my hand instead
over and over, a repeat thrust
of piecing thorax until skin
separated from stinger
and it flew away to die alone
satisfied with its breeding
a worthless poison
one thousand eyes
its fruit never sent
© Trapper Markelz 2021
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