this is how time stops
in an emotional influxwith a surging swarm
swimming inside me.
(and I feel like
the boy from that
book I read
who had bees
living in his belly)
all chaos & rage
hidden, but buzzing on.
a carefully contained fury
you’d never notice
at a glance.
please, don’t ask me
to smile or speak
I’m afraid that
if I part my lips
these stinging secrets
will escape
& damage someone else.
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