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Mar 2023
She lay there writhing
Having used her last few seconds
Of life in sacrifice.

She did not stop the honey-rob.
She did not protect the offspring.
Only fleeting thoughts had slowed

The thief briefly after the sharp sting;
That sting with so few consequences for a thief.
For the strong or the stupid brush pain away.

Then pretend.
The poem reflects the loss of innocence.  Perhaps, it is the **** or molestation of females which has taken place almost since humankind began.  Perhaps it is only the interactions of a thief and an insect.  You decide.
S R Mats
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S R Mats  F/Houston, TX
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