sometimes the swarm of wasps shield my eyes. all i can see is the swirled out hive of yellow and disgusting and all i can hear is the buzzing so close to my ears too close and all that i can feel is the fear of being stung again oh god please anything but that! i've given up i've taken them in like a child as my identity and i no longer remember who i was before i willingly accepted infestation. the waters are so flawlessly clear and the stars are asking for my wishes but all i see are insects and all i hear is myself screaming and all i feel is the shivers taking over my body and all i feel is disgusting.
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PoetryThis is a collection of some of my old poems, short stories, and other writing that I created a few years ago, while I was going through a really rough patch in my life. I wanted to publish it back then, but this is the best that I can do for now. E...
