the beekeeper.

gluttonous suicide iii.

my kidneys,
my stomach,
my chest,
my heart,
my head.

all of it hurts.
i'm always so tired,
but also so bored.
so i eat,
and when i eat i feel sick
but i eat anyway.

tired, sleeping away the day
with a stomach full of unneeded food.
round,
warm,
stuffed to the gills with diabetes.

sleepy;
milk and cookies always gets me sleepy.
never work for what i get,
never work it off,
just sleepy and full.

one day i'll fall asleep
and i'll never wake up.
my body will begin to decompose,
and that's when finally,
finally,
i'll be the right size.