3:03
I think there's a parasite in my stomach
It slithers around
takes all three of my bites
simultaneously making me feel satiated
it retracts
leaves me starved with a faint ghost of its trail only after does it climb up to my head
I can't scratch it out despite all my might
despite my efforts to not bite my nails
so i could really attempt to claw it out clean
I think there's a parasite eating me alive
from the inside out
She is guilty
anxious
She is nervous
disorganized
She is stuck in the same three places
How many doors do I open?
How many will she be willing to shut?
I know there's a parasite
nibbling at my head
digesting out the good memories
like the time my mami...
or the time...I can't remember
Where is she?
The girl the parasite originally slithered into?
Is she stuck upstairs with the two bunk beds
in a room with a stench of young men?
Is she trapped in her brothers room
while he plays hide and seek elsewhere
somewhere
and the monster has found her first?
I hope she is nestled in bed
with her plushy
in her clutch
I hope she is full
because she finished her plate.
YOU ARE READING
it's 5 a.m. now
Poesiea taste of everything that has made life a little more bitter and on rare occasions; a little sweeter | just an informal way to get thoughts out, i guess