Wasp Carpet Blessing

There are wasps under my carpet,

They are creeping towards my feet,

I feel them in my heart,

I feel them in my sleep,

Red and shiny bodies,

Ready to find my toes,

They sting through the fabric,

They sting through my clothes,

Perfect needles,

Pulled so tight,

They rip from their abdomens,

They dig in my skin,

I love the pain they give,

I walk over them again and again,

This obsession I have,

It goes straight to the soul,

Shiny red on the outside,

Inside black as coal,

Matchstick held ready,

To give me that sting,

Burn up my will to live,

Give me that wing.