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Rocket wasp
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LITTLE THINGS
Strain in my twisted heart-
A heavy hoodie in this heat
I surrender, falling apart
Having accepted my defeat
A scary wasp harasses me
With death poison gurgling
In its crimson rocket body,
Stinger the size of a blade
Original title
What follows does not disappoint.
"A scary wasp harrasses me" is taken up seven fold by "with death poison gurgling". But, hey, why stop there? Taking it up another several notches with a "crimson rocket body" and a blade stinger.
Let me tell you, if I could write like this at six years old (hell, I can't write like this now), I can think of a very real wasp that felt every bit as awful, and seemed every bit as frightening as your literary figure. Lost my red rocket ice that day (speaking of rockets). My thumbnail fell off from the sting, as well. But everything else is black and white in my memory next to that bright red ice. Even the blood from my thumb. Ah, what six year old's find most important : )