The most blatant anxiety dream imaginable
A hornet soundlessly floating in a sunlit white room
I had a plastic floatation device, limp and partially full of water and squash to defend myself with
I could carry it, but throwing it was futile
I aggravated the hornet when I tried to squash it against a ceiling that was too high
Though it seemed low enough to touch
It moved
Now the hornet gets a turn
It lands on my inner wrist
Delves into my veins with a 3 inch long stinger
No pain, but my right hand turns into a limp stinger
Resembles a black spaghetti that came to a point
I swing it around in a tantrum
Saturday, March 24, 2012
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