Vespa Vulgaris

Trying to shake off something dark, alive and digging deeper

Your body is a wasp nest in denial

thinks itself a storage for something sweet

and golden

yet inside it lives soldiers

angrily humming and

drumming songs of war with pellucid wings,

the

nest has been disturbed

in the heart, listens the queen,

flushed by the sound of fear

oscillating through her kingdom

walls,

she parts her yellow skirts

and churns out sterile daughters

to protect a chiffon hive.