thoughts crawl
like cockroaches.
i found one in my bag today—
unwanted, relentless—
breeding faster
than i ****
thoughts i don’t want:
image of my friend's veined hands,
dream of names I shouldn’t say,
waking sticky
in my parents’ bed,
praying to a god
who doesn’t stop bodies.
in this new city,
i'm still that kid
crying in that bed—
anemic, brain-fogged,
consumed by my own body.
will i always be like this?
both the beekeeper
and the funeral,
tending the hive of thoughts
i’m trying to bury.
the hive outlives the shovel.
Jan 15
Jan 15, 2026 at 1:50 AM UTC
thoughts crawl
like cockroaches.
i found one in my bag today—
unwanted, relentless—
breeding faster
than i ****
thoughts i don’t want:
image of my friend's veined hands,
dream of names I shouldn’t say,
waking sticky
in my parents’ bed,
praying to a god
who doesn’t stop bodies.
in this new city,
i'm still that kid
crying in that bed—
anemic, brain-fogged,
consumed by my own body.
will i always be like this?
both the beekeeper
and the funeral,
tending the hive of thoughts
i’m trying to bury.
the hive outlives the shovel.
