#earwig
I read a story once
About a bug that crawls into people's ears and lays eggs in their brains
Ever since then I have to cover my ears to fall asleep
It's funny that people think that way
That they matter
That a story WILL happen to them
Because at the end of the day
It might
Dec 2, 2018
Dec 2, 2018 at 9:48 AM UTC
Through the telephone wire (remember those?)
crawled in an earwig, such a talented insect. He
would take over, chew and choose the words,
words heard or not, from time after, a stranger
called to tell me you were dead. This bug in my ear,
sent by a stranger to allow a coping mechanism in.
That voracious little beetle heard everything since.
What he does not spit out, relayed through pinchers
immutably clamped upon my right eardrum. This
strange and pleasing tic of mine, my earwig
is evolutionary. Something I consider gifted from
Late Triassic period, a time I refuse to remember.
A transmitter and editing device, only letting in
what is endurable, so I need not wrestle with rest.
My happy parasite, working so hard to eliminate
pain of many deaths that came after first one,
all the lovers lost. Pestilence still vibrates
through a tuning fork on back end of bug.
Chaw and discharge, seeping out my ear can
no longer be ignored. No longer holds on.
Dec 21, 2015
Dec 21, 2015 at 4:14 PM UTC