in sickness and in health
A body in the woods finds meaning within the insects that swarm it.
when the news reports of my disappearance my body will lie still in the earth beneath me, and i will be complete when the search and rescue team find me they will carry me out from the mud, place me on a stretcher, and take me to the nearest morgue when the undertakers tear their scalpels through the flesh of my chest and find a hornet's nest embedded between my lungs i will be nothing short of a spectacle there is a thrumming beneath my skin an infestation consuming me vein to vein and i am in love a hive pulsing within my heart humming echoing through my ears and mouth as i lie in the soil gazing at the sky above me i am in love and they love me and they need me i am their sanctuary warm flesh as food and shelter tear me apart for i am yours if the pain was a problem i’d tear them out myself free myself from every sting, every bite, every burn but pain is a part of love and to love is to rot i love you and you devour me make me into something new make me whole by taking away every last part of me like i was born for this like i died for this so i can be complete
I had originally written a poem about a year ago on the idea of pain manifesting itself as a burning in your heart, as if it were a hornets nest was in your body that you couldn’t get out. Overtime, I felt as if the piece could’ve described a different, more complicated feeling: what happens when you become used to how it feels to be sad. I changed the focus from how bad the pain feels to how comforting it can be, something which I believe isn’t talked about enough.
Marshal Acquaroli (they/them) is a genderqueer living in South Florida. Born in Verona, Italy, the city Romeo and Juliet takes place, their loved ones joke