oh how weary you make my heart
and how sore you make my body.
you planted a garden in my brain to lighten up the place,
but you didn't take care of it.
you left,
and you let insects devour it whole.
now all i feel are spiders building webs in my lungs
and worms throwing parties in my stomach.
a once beautiful creation decomposing into a heap of rotting flesh.
how could you let this go to waste?
how could you abandon this place?
YOU ARE READING
the beekeeper.
PoetryVent Poetry Warning: Strong language Trigger warnings: Schizophrenia Self Harm Abuse (physical, verbal, and sexual) Gore
