On her way back from picking daisies and weeping milkweeds, a swarm of wasps made their way inside of her, a low hum echoing against the cavernous stretch of her guts. She feared one might escape into the tunnel of her throat and onto her wet tongue. If she were to stretch back her lips, the air around her would fill with the angry buzzing of wasps filling in, looking for daylight while men in rusting cars crawl beside her and ask for a smile. She follows the road home and never shows teeth.
Patricia is a writer and illustrator from Orlando, Fl.