ants crawling under my skin
the synthesised sounds do not remove a trace
the ants are biting into my blood
it stings and it burns
and the agony eats me up
i'm screaming in my head
the music drowns me out
and i drown in the music
the ants screech and bite
and i bite them back
the creatures fill my mouth
and i choke and spit
disease and flesh eat me up
and i eat the agony
YOU ARE READING
Inkmouth
Poetryin the plethora of pornography options for the modern saint [Poetry #51] [2015]
