Brown beetles, shiny shells
Embedded into my skin.
Burrowing, these crawlers
Find their home in my flesh.
I tear away, in a frenzy
For fear they'd make a stay
But this twisted dream
Ended, with the sunrise
Yet, much to my demise,
The itch, scratching, scuttling
Many legs, swimming among
All of me, an awful psychosis
I feel the digging, controlling.
Betrayed, I cannot trust where
My own extension , begins
And where insects end.
Jul 5, 2017
Jul 5, 2017 at 3:44 PM UTC
Brown beetles, shiny shells
Embedded into my skin.
Burrowing, these crawlers
Find their home in my flesh.
I tear away, in a frenzy
For fear they'd make a stay
But this twisted dream
Ended, with the sunrise
Yet, much to my demise,
The itch, scratching, scuttling
Many legs, swimming among
All of me, an awful psychosis
I feel the digging, controlling.
Betrayed, I cannot trust where
My own extension , begins
And where insects end.
