My response to this week’s Friday Fictioneer prompt (thanks Rochelle for the weekly work)
Her Body a Beehive
She lives. She parents. She paints.
She has pain.
She walks. She sees. She loves.
She speaks and she reaches. She sleeps. She weeps.
Occasionally, she laughs.
She thinks. She feels. She moves. She listens.
She eats and drinks. She works and worries.
She falls. She goes on. She fears. She insists.
.
You ask me, “how? – all this!”
“Her body is a beehive of batteries – an intricate electrical network flipping switches and adapting to surge, wearing down, sparking up – each neuron, each pulse, each collective oscillation crafting her unique motricity powered with chemicals of emotion, an elaborate and interactive field of energy, an organism.”
She is.
N Filbert 2012
All my Words are Silent 