ink taped and glued
seeping through my bulges.
I'm just not going to eat for a week.

pages ripped and burning
smoke billowing in my lungs.
I'm just not going to sleep.

taking a break
from everything

trying to break
habits

these
bees
hide
in
hives,
in
piles,
of
honey.

from one queen to another:
it's okay if you **** me.