We are the swarm.
Worker bees flocking to the white hive to feast on gaping wounds.
Nostrils flare with each piece of tissue that we tear.
The sky changes from black into a soft orange.
We wet our pillows for the queen.
We give her money to spend time with us.
Thisis the last night you will remember my name.
I love you.
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