she was full of restrictions
made by her peers
and herself
she wasn't used with
what the bee is making her feel,
making her move with such
freedom
well, that was what she thought
she have no idea she was still in a cage
not her usual cage but
the cage of the beehive
taking advantage of her sweet nectar
until she was no more left
and he planned to just throw her. . .
. . . in the darkness.
YOU ARE READING
to move on
Poetrylet the pen run wild as it tell the tale about u and me but never us. genre: (not so) poetry // english
