Melissophobia

A discordant hum
persistent within my head,
ceaselessly I hear them
like so many voices,
certain they are mocking me.

Such small innocuous
things they seem,
frolicking among spring flowers
on a sunny day,
but I cannot help
but to see an evil glint,
and know surely
they must be there
conspiring against me.

I awaken from nightmares
drenched in sweat
imagining I am covered in welts
from head to toe
and I gasp for breath
feeling as if my throat
has begun to swell closed.

I can hear the venom
throb within my veins,
picturing my heart
turning black.