So, finally, this is how it begins.
One day you're painting the walls,
And the whole thing caves. It starts with a crack,
Then a softness of collapse at just a touch.
Peel away the paint and you will see: the house is eaten,
Its shell filled with layers and layers of cells,
Incubator and birthplace to things that buzz and sting.
Tear out the hive and patch the wall. No matter.
Apply the paint, but still. You know what things may wait
Behind the sheen, how weakness feels and fear,
And finally, you know how it feels to be betrayed.