Anaphylaxis.

The buzz was what caught my attentive gaze,
triangulated to my inner-left-ear,
I strained my eyeballs far to the right, without moving;
and, there it was – like a tightly wound, black cotton-ball,
dipping in and out of the day lilies,
a low-toned hum,
reverberating from its dark-winged fuzziness;
and I stupidly forgot…
my mind became invaded by other thoughts and memories,
I truly just forgot my own allergy,
how deathly allergic I am to this Blackbeard of Bees;
my thoughts were of you instead,
immediately upon the tone of the buzz inside my left ear,
the vibrating sound amidst the foliage and flowers,
I am on high alert naturally,
so fucking stuck in old ways, am I…
all I was focusing on in the moment as he flew closer to me,
was how very glad I was that he could not sting you,
that you are gone away from me,
and today this bumble bee will not drop your blood pressure,
not make you gasp and gag for your very breaths,
he will not shock you with anaphylactic,
he will not make you cry or hurt you –
not this one, not today…
and that was when he stung me;
and I lost pace with my heartbeat so quickly then,
thank the Gods I have that adrenaline pen;
truth is though, I was still victorious,
because he didn’t sting my Boo.

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