Mete out the blood,
drop by drop,
beat by beat.
I can hear you in my veins,
feel you etched
along the inside of my bones,
an electric drone,
a humble buzz,
declaring me your hive,
filling each cell
with queens desperate to be fucked
and abandoned.
I gave you far too much power
for any ten men to wield;
no wonder you never had hands
strong enough to use it —
after all this time,
I may be ready to admit:
perhaps I was the sun;
dazzled by my light,
you simply flew
too close to me.
