Hot tempered with guns
Swarm in, the bees are heated
Fists, stingers, and buzz
Long reaches stopped with tasers
Fire standing its ground
Burnt sleeves are tracked with needles
Cries that don’t bring help
Cries that fall short
Then the thought of giving in
A time to reset
16, 17, 18 moments gone, no longer tasted
No longer causing harm
Cries that don’t bring help
A time to reset