Bumbacula Syrup Poem by Vevna Forrow

Bumbacula Syrup



no longer am i me
a slapped face cheek bee
no longer am i fang free
with stone cold tongue stinging tea
no longer am i warm with thee
lost upstairs and
downstairs unable to see
no zipping hand is left
no send swarms the lone attic nest
a hive of dripping unrest
gone is this stuck bee 🐝
gone is sticker me
smoked out without he

Monday, December 13, 2021
Topic(s) of this poem: hurt,Relationships,stinginess,violence
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