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Nowhere Where the Honeybees Live

The warplanes only moved at night, flying in scars of yellow. If I closed my eyes the afterimage was blue. Yellow and then blue. Yellow and then blue. Yellow and then…
She was gone. Somewhere into the entanglement of trees. Somewhere where she mixed into the dark like a shadow. Down, deep, and buried.
Nowhere where the honeybees live.