You helped the hornets build a nest inside your throat.
The short tempered stings are swelling the chords of your voice.
In the animosity, the hornets breed.
You hold bitterness inside yourself,
a preference for the bite in your character.
Your breath is shaken by the curdled poison of your spirit.
The hornets multiply.
End your fondness of the venom —
Knock down the nest that houses wounds.
Let it plunge into the acidity of your stomach.
Watch the insects of resentment rot.
The earth is slowing down for you to catch your breath.
Do not be sullen to its comfort —
in its spite,
will pick up speed
if you refuse your lungs a break.
Alessia Di Cesare, In Animosity, The Hornets Breed