Symbols of light
shine down to my feet
Seeking a glance
at my carnival of suffering

I stared into the blank space
piercing it with remorse
Dressed to the nines,
Senses blasted then gone

One bite of my life,
tossed to the sea
Pure whiteness
and rust colored waves

Stung by the bee
while pollination begins
Swollen fingers and deep breaths
remove the pain at all cost