Bees, Bridges, and making the final jump

If your friend jumped off of a

big tall bridge,

Would you do it, too?

How about this:

I am the one jumping in the first place.

Just up and down at first to see how it feels to be off of the ground.

And then off of a

big tall bridge,

Would you do it too?

I decided the fall,

the unknown surface

that lies beneath

Must be softer than

anything

I have ever had the pleasure of plummeting into.

The weight of my body,

my bruised and tired body,

my beautiful bones inside my meat,

secures me

a spot below.

Who knows how long I will be airborne!

But then I grew wings,

little bug wings,

like bee wings that are just strong enough to carry their fat little bodies.

And ever since,

I have been flying

#d00zyl0vesy0u

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