hive

i quit
the hive once in the past
its royal jellied-fueled headaches
its one-thousand wax eyes
but it cultivated me well
forged me
into a worker bee born to write
nectarous narratives to choke the keeper
and i think without knowing it
i've been slipped back between its folds
where drones fill my ears with their
incestuous buzzing

and the queen is a honey filled whore