sometimesihatemycat

Today I sat
With resistance
A hive of bees
Behind the walls
Of my chest
And frenzied
Making their way
In all directions
Burrowing inside
The drywall
Of my thighs
Roaming random
Down to my
Dead end toes
Bumping on bone
And turning
Churning over
Each other 
Through my middle
Frantic flitting
Up my throat
Wildly swirling
Inside my mouth
Alighting on
The lightly sealed
Line of my lips
Crawling and testing
I could feel them
Trying and tickling
With antennae against
The soft corners
Of my mouth
Exploring
For weakness
And tempting me
To open up
And let them out

-me

~ by April on November 24, 2021.

Posted in Body, Human Rights, Meditation, Nature, Poetry, Whimsy, Women's Issues, Women's Rights, Writing
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