I can feel them inching past, like the flow of my blue blood
And I start to feel it now, the imminent irritation
And I tend to sink my teeth into the surface of frustration
They are looking at me sideways as I plot elimination
For the yellow and black monsters crawling up and down my spine.
It's a painful kind of shiver, an elaborate design.
Vicious etching in the spacious, venom cavity, my chest
My request, something your tones don't suggest
I'm pinned down by insects, I'm under arrest.
You should let me go, I'm a pesticide, you know...
Wasps buzz in my ears, so this headache never clears
I'm that one with the honeybee wings, I've confessed
Except I'm not sweet.
I'm exceedingly bitter
And thats why their vibrations are off beat.
I'm logical, little, prideful and petite.
I've a wicked stinger I use to defend
It's my only way to save myself
Too long I've been hovering, now I suspend
Oddly, the puncture's aim is truer than I initially intend.
I brush them all out of my range
Blink them out of my field of vision
Prepared for when I will next need such precision.
You're trying to harm me, I'll poison your army
Your ammo is pollen,
Your trap,
So you fall in.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry
PoetryThis is a select few of the poems I've written over the past two years or so. They're not the best and the rhythms are all messed up. But you know idc about that anymore so Enjoy my endless train of thoughts.
