Miniature cockroaches crack. Crackle and crinkle my brain cells. Cracking at the semblance of my crock brain.
1+1 = 2
That , I know. Yet , like ants you multiply in fields . Thanks to your almighty queen. At the crack of my skull you transform-
Bee, you sting me. But, you do not die .
A hybrid bee that persists . Presumably, you are everywhere.
Your nestling voice scares me . Seducing me with seemingly short passages . Then , you strike. You strike me with poison that many can survive .
But , it seems I don't have immunity. .
To count - To count you .
You penetrate in to every aspect of my life .
At night your wings fly. Your measly body caresses my ear.
Brutally trying to penetrate. Trying to penetrate me. With figures. With Graphs. With bills. With division.
That , I know .
But , not much more .