Savory Swarm
Maturity has developed in me.
Matters that materialize:
The shock sustains only slightly.
I’ve been a hive mind:
Swarming with sadness and fury.
Any outside force, bordering on my sensitivity,
Will surely send a signal to my defenses.
Emotions have tapered,
For the sake of survival.
Surrounded;
Susceptible.
Comfort lies within the honey-comb–
Sweetness harvested within,
Shared;
Savored.
