Hive

a few bees fly in through the gaps of the ceiling vent. You know its not long until she arrives. You're a prison guard locked down inside a small jail house, the screams of those you're supposed to be keeping oversight on slowly fade in and out, one by one. She knocks on the door as you lean against it, the lights off you may come out. My children have already told me you're in there. I aim to make this quick. she lurks, waiting for a response Don't you want to see the sky before you go?