Hornet
Your eyes disgust a hornet but your dream keeps it.
Your fingers cannot grasp its wings but your heart unconsciously produces its poison.
Your hornet appears from everywhere.
It hides behind leaves, creeps inside a shoe, slips into the gap of your memory, watching your behavior, and pricks your week point.
If you are terrified of it, it becomes bigger and stronger, the sound of its wings always heard, but you cannot see it though you turn your head.
It flies between your legs, stops silently on your back, measures where your thought falls short, and tries to snipe.
Your hornet can prick you at any time.
You can never run away.
It is next to you as long as you are you, and pricks you when you hope, but pricks you even if you don't hope but a wild flower whispers you had better be pricked.
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