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Like a bumblebee

Or a little boy

By Moon DesertPublished 5 years ago Updated about a year ago 1 min read
Photo by Paola Aguilar on Unsplash

I was livin’ in your box without air

Suffocatin’ to the last

Drop of my blood

On the knife

You were preparin’ for me in the kitchen

All this time

Without

Any words to say

Only hate

As the fastest response to my requests

For catchin’ a breath

*

Each time I swallowed disgust

Of your ignorance

Whilst the whole world hanged

On your inability to speak

To me humanly

Only

Like an animal

Goin’ out foragin’

Whilst I couldn’t come up for air

*

Each time you rambled with flies around you

I was wonderin’ why

You intended to mess up with me

Havin’ a face with the joker’s ability

Jumpin’ from flower to flower

Resemblin’ a bumblebee

Or a madman, miser monster, merely a man

A little boy instead

In need of restraint

And placin’ in a cage

For all the wild creatures

Unable to hurt me this way

Whilst strangled in confined air

*

To A. C.

*

13 June 2021

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Thank you for reading!

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About the Creator

Moon Desert

UK-based

BA in Cultural Studies

Unsplash

Crime Fiction: Love

Poetry: Friend

Psychology: Salvation

“I write only because there is a voice within me that will not be still.” Sylvia Plath

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