feel them crawling, a slimy mass, over my skin
creeping deep within, eating away my sins
feeding frenzy at the buffet of plenty
as they dine upon my soul, leaving me empty
they burrow down, devouring me now
I cant escape this fate, its destined somehow
a banquet of sorts, a five course repast
as they came to this treat, the numbers massed
they gorge away the flesh
a writhing mass of death
the body nearly consumed
let them ingest the rest and bloom
my fears like insects, bugs and beasts
eats away at me, chows down, feasts
on anxiety, the creeping dread and despair,
consumes what once was me,
on anxiety, the creeping dread and despair,
consumes what once was me,
with each bite I grow stronger, just wait and see
thanks for reading
kyle, hope you werent eating!
Artwork © Rebecca Costello.
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