Joints and Limbs Insect

Was I supposed to die in the summer?

I kept living.

I grew more joints in my limbs.

I used to live to feel.

I liked to exist

with you.

Was I supposed to leave your hand?

I fell.

It crushed me.

I fell and kept living,

growing more joints and limbs-

was I supposed to survive?

Why did you bring me

to this stupid place?

Why did I keep growing?

What was any of it for?

I thought we had a plan.

I thought we were doing this together.

I thought we were friends forever.

I thought you loved being with me

everywhere we went.

Why did you leave me here

to keep growing,

an unrecognisable creature-

grotesque.

What was it for?