I should get butterflies in my stomach
Every time I look at you
But I don’t
Instead
I feel this buzzing
A beehive stuck in my abdomen
Burning and stinging underneath my ribcage
Moving up into my lungs
Puncturing the thin tissue lining
Filling them up with blood and honey
Flying into my throat
I can’t speak
But at least I can taste
The sweetness of the honey in my mouth
As you walk away