my shattered pieces needle pinned
into the wooden floor,
struck there I would stay till dawn
and listen to the shore,
but buzzing got louder
and harder to ignore; a singing bee
found the hidden pieces of me,
then sapped them back together
draining the blood of a tree,
The warm sap slid down my sides
and in between each crack,
while the bee buzzed back, admiring
her newly mended craft.
© LaurenTarabori