They're all over me, crawling
Like blood red maggots.
Their feet send tiny shivers of pain
Across my body each time I move.
Each time I breathe.
Thick swollen heads looking up at me,
Along my cheast, my stomach, my shoulders.
A million eyes just staring. Staring.
They mate each night, increasing their numbers.
Doubling, sometimes even tripling.
These hideous worms covering every inch
Of my fleshy torso, tearing at my skin.
One day, they'll bite too deep.
Their sharp teeth will sink too far.
They'll swell, dripping down my chest until
They become a puddle. A puddle of pain
That I fall into,
My eyes closing as the breath escapes my lungs.
Only then will these overgrown leeches
Stop their hellish fornication,
For even though they die..
They have claimed their victory.
Comments on this poem/writing:
Click here to read other Poems by Mike
Copyright©2017-1999 by Rebecca R. Hammack
COPYRIGHT NOTICE: All Rights Reserved. No part of this website, including all pictures and written words, may be reproduced or copied in any manner from this website without permission of the original author of the work. All poetry and pictures herein remain the sole property of the original author and/or copyright owner. All poetry on this website has been submitted by the original author of the work. To contact any author of the work please e-mail: email@example.com so the proper person may be notified.