A sickening delirium coursing mercurial under eyelids,
tapeworms and tendrils weaving wildly:
teeming, churning tides breaking over greedy teeth (a needy mouth
flaying flesh ferociously, a fevered wolverine whipping through a petting zoo).
Each agonizing second slowly sliding by, tacky molasses on cloth covering a table in an innocuous American home bruises on mother's face fade (eggplant to jaundice to the crimson of the setting sun dying behind the horizon line {chopped across a counter-top like a broken promise...}).
All the lives we compromise
trying to cage a swarm.
I'm really unsure about this. In an attempt to create a chaotic feeling I'm afraid it's just vague or a collection of jarring imagery. Thoughts?