I am the tallest of the hive,
and I sting and bite,
A few like five.
I don’t belong
to any collective instinct
I’m too complex,
to be a part of a social colony test.
I’m wingless and depressed,
My womb is empty with no address.
You call me woman,
Who should multi-task!
I can only act
to be my own, personal fact.
I’ll go on an adventure. Later, after a deep nap and a strong coffee, repeat. I will go on an adventure. Later.
All good stories always have a dragon. And for a childish reason, I like the mechanical beating of every word that goes out of tune in front of the pale screen that hides the present night a little inside my head.
My name is Lara, I was born in 1984 and I am writing about the world’s build-up in my head.