the beekeeper.

grief.

i fell in love with two men destined to die at the hand of my heritage.

they were both engulfed by man-made endings less than three weeks apart from each other.
it was all so sudden,
it was all so soon.

before that, i had never tasted the cold bit in my mouth.
i had never cringed as it clanked along my teeth and pinched at the corners of my lips.
until then, i hadn't felt my father, with a gun and a syringe in either hand, weighing down on my back.
the apple doesn't fall far from the tree:
i soon could feel my dad's cowboy boots kicking me in the ribs.

he had the reins pulled so tight my neck was snapping.
just like the rockstar i fell so madly in love with,
my vertebrae was cracking in half and i could feel my windpipe collapsing.

the boy from Peru couldn't breathe,
but watching him lying there made me suffocate.

it seems like i'm not that Lucky after all.

if only the second man hadn't lashed out.
if only he had taken time to consider his actions wrongful
and hadn't let his instincts drive him batty,
they wouldn't give him a shot to calm his nerves.
they wouldn't send him to Bitterwell,
or whatever asylum they have made for "blood-thirsty" maniacs like him.
yes, i fell in love with a murderer,
but even murderers have their good sides,
and i knew his better than anyone did.

all he did was kill a boy and try to strangle the kid's half-sister.
all he did was let me hold him until i felt alright again.
all he did was behave like he was hard-wired to.

all he did was Live,
and the Slaughter Factory euthanized him for it.

will the angel with freckles be next?
we all know he has a fiery temper and background in violent outbursts.
or will it be the young boy with the curly hair and the bum leg?
that poor soul who survived a war and a disease?
will they find him useless and misshapen to the point of elimination?

two down, eight to go.
it's only a matter of time, now.
it's only a matter of days.