We thrive in the flesh of the dead
Invisible until we are not
No sound to be heard, no warnings given
Two wings
Two eyes
Six legs
Delicate as one
But as a unit
We are strong, a matter to be reckoned with
An infestation of horror
We mastered the art of spies
We always find a way in
Fast through the wind
We do not need honey
Nor hive
Just drifting through the air
We hover and scatter for
Light
Warmth
Blood
As one we are alive
As one we are something feared
No need for a queen
No need for a leader when our minds are one
Our goals are one
Multiplying and multiplying
Nothing can stop us
Not even your cup of vinegar
Can keep us at bay forever
We silently grow
Waiting for our next battle
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
As a child, I always went through life looking out the car window while listening to an angsty 2012 hit, and fantasizing about what people would say at my funeral or what the speeches would look like. I told this to my therapist, and she told me that normal ten-year-olds don’t dwell on such things.