CalQTeK

I feel a swarm of bees stirring in my chest
At any moment a hive will explode into hordes of stingers as
Sirens ring with wings pulsating
Helicoptering above
A Dive bomb about to french kiss its target
With lobster claws
I try to reel what was unleashed
Picking each one like an acorn tree hanging over my Pop Pop's rusty gutters
Each petrified crunchy carcass crawling over chapped bloody lips
Oh, how I swallow them whole
Devour their life force
Pulsating gulps go down into my swollen esophagus
Every inch an endless fencing pinch
Awareness of forehead split wide open
Blood shot, rage awoken
But closing my eye lashes, becomes aside
A Little Shop of Horrors with
Venus fly traps
Bustling ferocity boiling volcanic
Knap sacks
Of organs and intestines
Slithering around
Inside me
Bees baked into its cancer

After this dance of sorts and the ash has settled upon Mt Doom

My hive has gone good quiet

Contemplating the earth shattering
Insanity and rapture

Like Renaissance paintings

The songs of birds echo into
My buzzing ears
The lake of dead hornets
Floating in oceans of stale beers
The wind is whipping up leaves and mosquitos
Blood splattered torpedoes
Contemplative resilience
Meditating in cacophony
Symphonies of melancholy
A stillness shadow crawls upon its horizons
A fish emerges
casts its tongue to gulp its morsel
And all is seemingly serene

Except for the possibilities
Of approach and reaction

The balance hyperventilating
By a pattern of inaction and reanimation

The monster is alive
And I am dead
from the anaphylaxis
Of a furious bee hive

12/12/25