The head is splitting open,
Each side pulled apart,
A great crevice formed by the cracking.

Out they crawl and creep and slither.
All that were peacefully at rest.
Given their freedom to exit the cranium,
Enjoying their debut to this new, more solid existence.

I wouldn’t come too near if I were you,
You never know what they might do.

It's dangerous business,
What they call love.
A species of clear-line-loving animals,
blur everything into incomprehensible smudges,
when it comes to that.
That thing.
That danger.
That which will not be ignored.

I open my eyes in the darkness,
And i'm just not sure what i was wanting to see.
But i know that this black staring me in the face,
Was not all i hoped for.