soul of the insect

The last portal to the universe has closed

And I am a trapped bee

Aimlessly flying around the pomegranate

That fruit that holds the seeds of discord

And of ill-fated disaster

I swim around the sky

And attempt to escape, but soon I cannot breathe

And I fall down to earth

Lying in a pool of garish red

My Blood.

But no, it is a puddle of juicy sweat

From the pomegranate.

Violet Scarlet with no heart

And I, I know that I am bound to this earth

Even though I have wings,

I cannot, ever reach the heights

Of the dewy cerulean peaks

Or of the mystical jewels that gleam tears.

They are much too far

For an insignificant little breathing bead

of sunlight

like me.

-Pamplemousse