Audrey Knight

bumblebees are solar-powered. i villainized you to ease my guilted suffering. some people chose to create martyrs, saints, and angels. but i found a portrait of a wicked drunk and painted you inside. i gave you a hammer and i gave you the bottle. you were but a sad little boy, kneeling lachrymose in your piss-puddle and vomit and i promised salvation. spread my wings and beckoned you to come inside my warmth. but once in the sunlight i saw your shape for what it was. far above on stilted legs i left you lying quiescent on the saturated grass. frozen stiff with bulging eyes and engorged tongue. i painted you a monster and cursed you to Hell. let this be your solemn dirge, and know your noisome vestiges are not the reason i wake screaming in the night; it is my own reflection in the pond looking up from beneath the stagnant waters, beckoning me to fall into it's inky depths to join the other demons below.