A Thousand Bee Stings


























I smell her smiling breath:
‘I’m going to hurt you now, slave – with my whip!
Soon you will feel the pain of a thousand bee stings!’

She steps back.
A swish! A crack!
I feel her leather wrap around my ribs.
And pain – the pain of a thousand bee stings!

I pray. I yell.
I go to a hell,
Of infinite pain
Where the bee stings again.

And again! And again!


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