Queen Bee
A beehive, filled with golden sweetness.
A guardian leaves, landing on thick skin.
With urgency, piercing through the layers.
A hand raised to a pale face.
Eyes filled with rage,
beating beauty into compliance.
Stripping her of grace and dignity,
domestic abuse is his forte.
Amidst the tears and this final act of cruelty,
A familiar scent awakens in the hive.
Extending limbs, razor wings emerging from our queen.
Stingers piercing from fingertips, aching to strike.
As she lingers and towers over the man,
The stars align in his vacant eyes.
Hypnotized by fear and unrestrained rage,
A swarm of beautiful bees flash their colors.
Lifting her arm, we brace for impact.
The man now speaks in screams and wails,
twitching and crying, he can only blame himself.
This flesh and blood now belongs to the hive.
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