i don't know if it's the diet, the drugs, or you that is drilling a hole in my stomach.
all the contents falling out like water through a strainer.
something is draining me.
something is eating at my belly.
i think you may be that something.
i think you just may.
YOU ARE READING
the beekeeper.
PoetryVent Poetry Warning: Strong language Trigger warnings: Schizophrenia Self Harm Abuse (physical, verbal, and sexual) Gore
