The Bees of Denial
The world drones on, beyond
this lacquered, amber membrane
I recline within the waxen chambers—
a sovereign of nectar
enthroned in illusion
Muffled voices leak through resin walls
distorted—like speech submerged in molasses:
“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 had believed
honey could only be sweet.
Copyright © Jasmine Tsai | Year Posted 2025
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