in a series of deep hums

low hushed murmurs

I call out to you

through an orange back lit display
 

you like to show me off.

don’t you?
 

under your perspex

i am rendered clinical

and callous
 

punished and mummified

to walk past

nothing too magnificent to photograph

but nothing too mundane to ignore
 

for my vampiric tendencies

a cold nail is piercing through my led light painted wings,

the stake through my heart
 

and like Dracula himself

my tragic love story, misunderstood

lost in greed, rage, fear
 

fear of the dark

fear of the death

fear of dancing bare foot in the` grass only to be stung

by a small speck of black and yellow
 

but i sting to save

to protect my drone

the buzz that harmonizes in a symphony of perfect fifths

i sting to protect my symphony from your swatting hands
 

and as it must do

my stinger drops

as a black and yellow speck becomes a carcass

rendered.

clinical.
 

ill let a thousand pairs of glazed over eyes gawk at me

and a thousand sticky fingers tap on my little perspex house

fingers sticky like the manuka honey I long to taste on your tongue

I would let a thousand hot breathes leave a condensed fog on this prison display

until the carcass of my symphony is nailed next to me.
 

until my symphony returns to me.