the broken queen

like a bee serving its tiresome lord
hypnotised, open eyes, in to suck the pain away

she multiplies over and over
panting, exhausted, no way to survive

stuck in the monotonous hive
she spins in circles tangled in her mind

can’t somebody else be your queen?
dystopian solipsism in it’s purest form until my next life

pure passion gone, fucking is simply that
but, how can one stand out in a hive?

because you’re no longer bees to her
you are wasps in disguise.

This entry was published on July 10, 2014 at 7:17 am. It’s filed under Uncategorized and tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. Follow any comments here with the RSS feed for this post.

2 thoughts on “the broken queen

  1. feministepoetique on said:

    so much amour for this poem. good job

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