Tide

The tide brought his 
Feeble body ashore. 
Far from his apiary.
A meeting with destiny: 
My foot.

Sent to meet his 
Maker.
His final sting
Tore through
Nerves.

Synapses.

I hobbled home, sad.
His hum in my head.
I dived into bed.

Leg raised.
The thrill of ice,
Thrice on the spot.

His bite, 
Red.

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