"enterobius" poems
i can feel the worms
as they wiggle under my skull.
i dig them out with tweezers,
throwing them in a bowl.
but the more i dig,
the more there are
no matter where i go,
no matter how far.
my brain turns to mush
as the days go by
my innards begin to rot
and my corpse liquifies.
what began as concern
slips into terror.
but i promise,
i never meant to scare her.
Jan 15, 2021
Jan 15, 2021 at 2:55 AM UTC
I am an egg in your gastrointestinal tract. I'll be living here, I hope that's alright with you, oh and make sure you treat me well, you wouldn't want to be a bad host. Don't bother pet naming me. My name is Enterobius, but I like to be called the Pinworm. I'll be hatched in your duodenum, which is your small intestine. Maybe your small dumb mind didn't know. I'm a grower and I'm gonna need some space so I'm gonna take a trip to your colon, I'll feel like a real adult by then. My husband and I will mate there and he'll sadly die, but not in vain. I'll still be here and I think I'll move to your ileum caecum, which is the large intestine, man you humans don't even know the real names for your body parts. I'll eventually attach to the mucosa and I'll be engulfed with eggs, my 16,000 little babies. And on my way out of your body I'll be expelling my eggs. I just wanna say, I'm as excited for the ride as you are.
Jun 23, 2013
Jun 23, 2013 at 6:56 PM UTC