Moths on my finger tips
Moths in my head
Fluttering anxiously
Their wings dusting my frontal lobe
How could I ever sleep with all this fluttering?
Earwigs crawling in
Earwigs crawling out
Again and again
Burrowing into the cuts in my skin
Crickets nestled in my ear canal
Crickets singing and signing
Pushing me to the brink of insanity
Their vibration shakes me numb
Maggots on my tongue
Maggots down my throat
Making everything taste bad
How could I ever enjoy eating with maggots in my mouth?
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A Collection of Thoughts
PoetryA collection of mostly free verse poems and short stories. Sometimes it is nice to simply clear your head. *Trigger warnings: descriptions of disturbing themes such as: body horror, death, interactions with the uncanny, topics in biology, and suici...
