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The Wasp
She is dead already,
those eyes have murdered her.
They shut her inside jars,
scream their pain, projection.
She needs not to sting humans
but she is overwhelmed.
Searching for open windows,
A chance to kill herself.
Saturday 18th May 2019 2:55 pm
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