The Insects Swarm Over Me

by: Joyce Collins


The insects swarm over me, biting and stinging and sucking my skin
I clamp myself tight, but they force their way in
My nerves are all screaming, but I dare not cry
If I feel what I’m feeling, I know I will die
The insects are incest, but they can’t be responsible
Like bees with a flower, they just do what comes natural
When they finally go, when they got what they came for
My position is fetal, curled on the floor
My mind has exploded; my psyche is shattered
Could he have known, and would it have mattered?
The insects are incest; it’s too much to endure
I know that tomorrow they’ll come back for more


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