Wasp

Tethers of ribbon, tied through scissors

Blank space in which echoes whisper

Confined to blocks of shade, I shiver

Mechanical shrine

I glimpsed inside

Endless networks each proving to be fatal

Contained 

impregnated by the bitter seed of life

Time lapse mid metamorphosis

My child, the wasp

blood crawls over the miles of glass

Pieces of you, all I had left.

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

the child she carries is the sting of the relationship that presented a bitter pollen to her heart.