Prompt: "When a new ant queen flies away from the colony to start her own, she has to rip off her wings and voluntarily sacrifice the gift of flight." - Priyanka Dargan
Coronation Day
Let's go.
Me,
And the unborn shadow of a new colony.
No escort, drones, yet,
Watch me fucking soar.
It's the day I get my crown,
If I have to rip off my own wings
And make it out of them myself.
Because I'll be Queen enough soon,
And I'll run through this earth
And eat myself a throne.
So long, once and future subjects.
I go to a better place
I go for better things
Keep your ear to the ground
For when your exiled Queen,
Her essence split ten thousand strong,
Comes marching back
Wingless, flightless,
With regicide in her mouth
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