QueenBee

I thought I liked the way you held your head,

it was casual and sincere,

not unlike the way you smiled.

But this was different from your smile…

Blissful children.

Young,

Naïve.

Dreaming, of who we wake up to be

Dancing with starlight in our hands

Elemelons to the end

But wishes cannot last for long

I took inspo from the song Right, by Morgan St Jean

Stop

Telling

Woman

What

They

Can

And

Can't

Do

This is not ok

You think

Just because

She wrote until her fingers carved groves in the silence and spoiled the blankness before. Then, she turned to each surface left unwrote and sang. The birch trees wept as she tore back the bark to reveal stories beneath. 

When best friends of old

become polite passersby

still give them a smile and let your heart be full

for theirs are broken too

and need to be reminded to mend.

I'm scared.

I can't believe we're here

Again.

I can't believe this is reality

Again.

Four years

They say.

It's only four years.

But it's four years

Of a living hell for me.

They laugh