The Beehive

Like a lioness, I lounge and leer at less than likely lodgings,

Lingering leavings leftover from a life long since lost.

Miscellaneous miniatures, minute in make,

Massive in memories of mistakes.

Can collections carry cantankerous cavities?

Caveats of cancerous clues carved carelessly into cranial creases?

Surely not. Surely such simple selections from seasons ceased subsume no sliver of symptoms,

Save small sutures, symbols of a sickness soundly sundered by saviors six.

Perhaps... Yet pain propagates. Persistent pins prick and pry,

Pirouetting and protracting on personal points of past performances,

Piling and procreating, preferring not pleasure predominant.

Hordes of happy happenings are hastily hindered and hidden by hoarded horrors.

How? How hast home been hacked and harried into a hostile house?

What reason roped regal relative to remake ruinous rooms,

Rigorously redundant of remembered wrongs repented recently?

By gangrenous guess or guilty guile, grievances grow guarded not, gaining ground as grouses grind.

Neigh! Note now nothing, not nectar nor nit, nags her nearer nefarious nights!

Forgiveness! Forgiveness furnished freely feeds fraternal fires,

Fusing and forging familial forms from fractured facsimiles.

Verily! Varnished vindications vivify and vitalize, vanquishing villainous veils most vile.

Bah! Bemusement bundles and breaks, bifurcating between bolstering balms and burning bile.

Bested and beaten, brought back better, but beleaguered bit by bit by beastly bygones.

Avast! Answers avert attainment at approaching audible acoustics!

Avoiding all attempts to ascertain amicable achievement of aspirations!

Terrific Tia! Tenable time transforms, turning to torture, tugging at tufts of turbulent, tearful tales untold.

To talk would tread truce, trying trust and turning tiny tantrums into terrible troubles.

Will wily whispers wend away these wicked worries? Wise words would wonders work,

Washing white warts and wounds, whisking away worthless want while winnowing worse wights.

Don't... Don't deny and delay. Detest doesn't decay day-to-day,

It develops, dilating and distending, dooming dictators to disgusting demises.

Do it! Do it! Denounce distasteful dumbness!

Opine openly and offer up odious onus!

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