The Quiet Droning of Bees

the wind trickles

through the cracks and crevices of your fingers

the golden sun

seeping beneath your skin

as you pick yourself off the floor

you’d been walking

but alas,

there’s nowhere to go

as there never had been

the world is a self-absorbed place

it sops up every last drop of itself

until it drips

the silence is so dark

empty

yet so full

of words that were never said

trying so hard

to drown me

you could whisper so quietly

the buzz of a bee would sound

and you’d still be heard

but i’m shouting

screaming

losing my voice

to you

and your shallow whispers