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The Bees of Denial
The world drones on, beyond
this amber membrane
I recline within the waxen chambers—
a sovereign of nectar
enthroned in illusion
Muffled voices leak through honey walls
distorted—like speech submerged in syrup:
“Gone… her mind distills itself…
hallucinations… delusional constructs…”
I attempt to see—
but the hum begins, low
as a beast dreaming in its burrow.
My votaries rise,
spilling gold into my gaze
Sweet venom varnishes my sight—
my irises throb with reverence
“The hive forbids clarity, my Queen.”
Runnels of spoiled ambrosia
trace the slope of my cheeks—
I drink the shimmered gold
the rot seeps into memory:
My lover's face blossomed into poppies.
Copyright ©
Jasmine Tsai
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