The Hive
After my latest escape attempt,
I’ll be stuck here for a couple days
with my thoughts alone.
Still worth it.
I got as far as the opening,
breathed fresh air
and saw the greens and browns and blues
that promise life still exists
outside this giant hive.
The alarm must have been sounded
by vibration
because I didn’t hear anything
to alert the two bear-sized bees
who blocked my exit,
cutting short my glimpse of freedom.
They flitted next to me
with their magic, weight-carrying bee wings
and escorted me passed the tunnel
where my fellow human prisoners wait,
hoping to not see me again,
hoping I would escape
so they would have a reason to keep hoping.
I was placed in the newest hexagon
and held in place with raw honey.
The first time this happened,
I simply ate my way out to try again,
but any more honey than necessary
to stay alive
now makes me retch.
I’ll patiently wait to be released
when the bees need this alcove again
and let my mind whir,
intent on making a new plan
until I find the one that works.
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