We thrive in the flesh of the dead<\/p>\n
Invisible until we are not<\/p>\n
No sound to be heard, no warnings given<\/p>\n
Two wings<\/p>\n
Two eyes<\/p>\n
Six legs<\/p>\n
Delicate as one<\/p>\n
But as a unit<\/p>\n
We are strong, a matter to be reckoned with<\/p>\n
An infestation of horror<\/p>\n
We mastered the art of spies<\/p>\n
We always find a way in<\/p>\n
Fast through the wind<\/p>\n
We do not need honey<\/p>\n
Nor hive<\/p>\n
Just drifting through the air<\/p>\n
We hover and scatter for<\/p>\n
Light<\/p>\n
Warmth<\/p>\n
Blood<\/p>\n
As one we are alive<\/p>\n
As one we are something feared<\/p>\n
No need for a queen<\/p>\n
No need for a leader when our minds are one<\/p>\n
Our goals are one<\/p>\n
Multiplying and multiplying<\/p>\n
Nothing can stop us<\/p>\n
Not even your cup of vinegar<\/p>\n
Can keep us at bay forever<\/p>\n
We silently grow<\/p>\n
Waiting for our next battle<\/p>\n\t
ABOUT THE AUTHOR<\/p>\n
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.<\/p>\n\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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 … <\/p>\n