Hive

Written by one of my characters during her stay in the nightmarish institution, Sunnygrove. Full of insect metaphors and depression.

Your honeycomb mind
With neat little geometric
Holes
Is about to be consumed
Drones wiped out
Honey siphoned dry
Wings quieted

Only you in a husk
You thought you belonged
Displaced now, and slowly forgetting
How to fly

Hunker down in your fortress
And wait for your demons
To emerge and taunt and tamper
Fight them if you must, but do not forget
Their faces are also yours
Don't forget yourself

A host and a hive
Killed by the cold
Flattened behind retinas, they are noticed
Only in the apathy
Of someone who has forgotten
How to survive

The End

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