Purple Bees and Carrie Film Flick Style Story

They never thought I'd come back to town with no shoes on my feet, wrapped in a blue beach towel.

What else could I wear in the extreme heat: what the French call a CANICULE.

The town folk I had not seen in decades stared.

I could hear, `` She has not aged like Dorian Gray. ``

I was not fazed.

Even if a blaze erupted within me.

For what they had done.

I was like a baby chick with a black dot.

The Venus juveniles came to cluck and cluck at the spot.

They were not born with the black dot themselves.

So, the clucking was never-ending.

Despite the blood and the bursting vein.

And then, the weather shifted tout ὰ coup

From scorching heat to a bitter cold like

In The Day After Tomorrow.

A film that is more documentary than fiction.

The eight tortures from High School became human ice cubes,

With the snap of my fingers.

And then they knocked to escape.

But there was no noise.

I just watched until the ice melted.

They thought they were finally free.

But little did they know, they were not.

They stood there, dripping wet, unaware

That the black dot started to grow within each

And every one of them.

I had no intention of handing them my towel.

Being naked without my dark spot would have

Felt strange.

So, I just left to hang out with the energy of the buzzing purple

Bees.