01-23-2016, 08:19 AM
Thank you everyone for your comments. The poem is actually quite literal. It's about a memory I have from when I was a little girl at a family barbaque/pool party. I was playing Sandman (sort of a seance type chant that requires one person laying down while the other places imaginary sand/bricks on top of them. It is supposed to make them feel like they are in a trance and their mind has become heavy). The girl I was performing this on was a younger family friend who was squirming and in a great deal of pain but I thought she was only complaining about the pavement. When she finally sat up after I had finished I realized that I had actually been crushing her onto a bee's stinger. Although cruel, this memory has always stood out to me. There may be some deeper meaning behind it and how I felt in regards to the cruelty/power. Hope this clears some things up.