Of Bees, Veins, and Rage


In the aftermath, when
anger grows.
The quivering sets in
hundreds of bees let
loose inside
your veins, the mind
expletives. You shake,
it starts in
the head and works
it’s way down,
like a toxic virus, it
invades the
lungs. It takes all the
resolve you
have to hold back
bitter words
from lips held taunt
Your jaw
like a vise. Images
best left
to the imagination
all in red.
You know if the quiver
takes you,
rage wins so instead
you write
You write away the sting,
the cold,
until the fever is gone
Words and
bees, rustling with pollen,
fall like
evening from your pen.

-Tosha Michelle


34 thoughts on “Of Bees, Veins, and Rage

  1. Ah, the quiver has taken me a few times, I’ll admit. 🙂 Writing is wonderful for many reasons, isn’t it? Nice post today, Tosha — and did you make a change on the appearance of your blog? It looks different to me — and I like it! 🙂

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  2. It’s been a long while since I have felt rage but next time I do I will follow advice and take pen to paper 🙂
    song is great too…always discovering something new on this blog !

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