It All Ends

It All Ends

Months of chores and pleading

First time fishing all alone

 

Slice some mackerel to use

I hear panicked urgent buzzing

 

Angry insect bites me, and again

Tears began to flow as I run

 

To find someone to help

Hand is swelling, out of breath

 

Topple over amidst the sirens

And lights, transport to Emergency

 

Hard bed, lots of tubes and

Beeping, doctors, confusion

 

Needle enters, things slow down

Age fourteen, “allergic” reaction

 

No more trips alone and

You win Mr. Yellow Jacket.