The Hive

The Hive

written by: Roni Blooms

I don’t know how this happened.
I don’t know who awoke my heart
at such an inconvenient time.

It was peacefully beating
as I walked through chaos.
It was peacefully beating
to the rhythm of tequila.
It was peacefully beating
to the songs it shares space with.

I was comfortably complacent.
Comfortably awaiting.
I was yearning, desiring,
but not chasing.

I was fine.

And now,
I wake each day
to the sound of a thousand buzzing bees
that all whisper your name in my ears.

The excitement it creates.
The busyness it illuminates.

The inner chaos is crippling
hungry and growing.
Gnawing at my soul.
Knocking at a locked door of desperation.

It makes me increasingly angry
and obnoxiously appeased.
Absurdly frightened of your possession
a possession you may never know you have.

And as the bees buzz,
my only glimpse of relief
is the thought of how much honey
could be made.

And with that,
I smile
as I lay here
next to the hive,
awaiting a sting.

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Roni Blooms

Hi! I’m Roni Blooms — a Southern-born poet who has always used words as my safe haven. Since childhood, writing has helped me navigate grief, rebellion, and the quiet journey back to softness and self. Much of my work lives in that space — a space of reflection, healing, and reclamation. I write to create the kind of emotional sanctuary that has carried me through life. In many ways, I’m just returning the favor.

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