Story of the bee

It creeps up on you
Haunts your dreams
Memories tucked up
In a bed of confusion.
You took my power away
Destroyed my gift
Trod on my trust.
When you looked at me
You saw
A whore,
Restrained.
Lost in the moment
You crossed my line
You didnt see me
Just a vessel to use.
I've shut down
I'm in my shell
Confronting my demons.
I know what you are.
I know who I am.
Disembodied.
I look in the ashes
Of my recollections
And see your tainted touch
In the landscape I inhabit.