A free-verse poem about a bee girl.
Word count: 380
Written: April 2021
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Sage floats down her tether to reality in constant communication with her queen.
Her work exhausts her, constant maintenance is necessary so the hive may survive.
It's irrelevant that tasks are assigned by the queen at will, Sage loves her work.
Each task holds a special value to her heart, and for most of the year she explores.
Rich flower blooms draw her attention, the enchanting aura proliferates sensation!
Unlimited displacement.
She passes honeycomb housing that she contributed to, clambering around her friends.
Each bump and nuzzle she shares with a neighbor reminds her that love binds the hive!
Respectable teamwork and mutual sacrifice gives Sage a fulfilling, prospective future.
The sun warms her wings as she departs the hive, broadcasting dry weather and low winds.
The perfect place to check first is the patch of flowers over the hill left of rising light.
Pity....Embraced delusions of grandeur.
Static energy crackles around bridges of solder,
expressing the dying breath of ancient organics.
Excess is not a concept sage understands, the hive consumes pollen at the rate it's retrieved.
She splints her weary wings upon flowers while the light overhead falls towards the horizon.
Her help encourages the flowers to bloom and feeds her hive with the energy to thrive.
Home with reserve honey to last hibernation, Sage cuddles close to her friends for warmth.
Winter mites feed on the fuzzy family while they burn through walls of sticky calories.
Inhale! Nothing remains but a sinkhole.
A stench of burnt sulfur diffuses in the air.
Irradiated Earth mirrors the corrosive skies.
Wafting smoke urged Sage to gorge herself on honey, but she believed wildfire a summer event.
Chaos enveloped the hive as mites outnumbered the workers, they began cracking under phoenix.
Blind by suffocating heat and ashes, Sage evacuates the hive in desperate search for oxygen.
Her tether connects her no longer, and her wings ache from a bloody grease coating reminder.
Fire engulfs her home, and trapped in snarled roots below, regret hails in smoldering embers.
Unmistakable trails of destruction.
Interleaved by imperceptible strings woven,
switchbacking through rifts of galactic expanse.
Marred with scars from the energetic shrugs of distant nebula,
Sage imitates the phoenix that immolated her hive and destiny.
Draconic energy resonates, urging her to pursue final revenge.
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