he liked to load the pez candy in one by one,
liked the to hear the accepting click of the small spring inside,
and like most of all to shoot them into his mouth one at a time,
like a kid committing suicide by sugar.
each delicate little tablet like a bullet in his mouth,
or perhaps like capsules of poison waiting to be dissolved inside of his fat,
round gut,
just waiting to be unleashed into his stomach and travel into his bloodstream.
either way, it was a clever way to die.
like little ben hanscom,
he would swell and swell with his poison,
or his bullets,
and soon enough he would pop.
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the beekeeper.
PoesieVent Poetry Warning: Strong language Trigger warnings: Schizophrenia Self Harm Abuse (physical, verbal, and sexual) Gore
