Stung By A Bee

The poison enters the skin,

With a pointed sting,

Even if it didn't last long,

It was an invasion unwelcomed.

So, the rush under the skin,

Is faster than I anticipated,

As it continues to sting,

The surrounding being infected.

I can feel the blood cells,

Fighting the poison,

It's all hands on deck,

There is a problem.

It's not so bad luckily,

But the fight is still on,

To be stung by a bee,

Is now experienced.

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