Poetry: ‘The True Meaning of a Hive Mind’

Graphic by Joey Bruce

A thousand bees live inside my brain,

But rather than being a cohesive hive,

None are from the same colony.


There is no queen,

Only imposters

Who fight for control,

Causing short circuits.


My brain buzzes 

From a constant migraine

And from the fatigue 

Of being unable to focus

On a single task at once.


Rather than producing honey,

These bees produce thoughts:

Some, sickly sweet,

Most, a nauseating sour.


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