I was dark clouds
I was silver lake
I was sharp bones  
cut from spaces between your heart
I was a backyard
where I buried my loved ones
between two white rocks
cutting out fistfuls of emotion
picked up a beehive
smashed it against an ocean
the waves of blue honey splashed up
and over me
I was a brown shirt
you were purple finger nails
my veins are a bee sting
I was built of stone in a house of glass angels