My head is filled with bugs again, they went in through my eyes.
They buzz and hum and scratch and chew
To slowly catechize.
And as they bore into my skull, all nestled into place,
I let them rid me of the rot and yield to their embrace.
Distortion seeps into the spaces that they've hollowed out.
They whisper daunting, painful words that taunt me with self-doubt.
But there is truth behind the claims that emptiness unfurled.
The bugs remind me that I have no place within this world.
(2022)
