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I lay in my bed of bones and knives drenched in crimson fluids
Embedded in my flesh writhes the caustic agony of a thousand needle punctures
Thrusting deep into my muscles and severing the ligaments that bind my bodily structure
I am covered in bees
An endless blanket of gnashing, swarming, hate spawn of the vespine seed
Every orifice plugged with stingers; every pore replaced with venomous needles
My mouth becomes their hive
my eyes become their nectar
my ears become their larval chambers
my nose is their shelter
In my marrow I can feel the thrashing of endless legs and mandibles that tear my organs
my skeleton is made of bees
I am the bees
unending agony