They eat me in my sleep
But I never know until morning. That’s when I feel that my
Lungs have escaped me, the departure of oxygen that they have sucked up
From their unwanted occupancy of–me.
My heart has been swarmed
With wasps taking over. Thinking this is the perfect place for their
Nesting ground. They never sleep at night, I can feel them building up
Their papery walls around my heart that bursts the second morning comes.
They take colossus bites
Out of my abdomen too, I can feel the missing pieces they have left
Me with, mistaking my organs for invertebrates. Their infant-like jaw
Was enough to devour me barren.
They lay eggs in my
Esophagus to confirm I’ll never be able to dispose of them all,
No matter how many exterminators I have to go to that all tell
Me the same thing: it’s all in your head.
I feel them living inside
My throat. Sheltering there because they know they can silence me.
I can’t speak without screaming bloody murder at what they have done to
My sanity; slaughtered it with their thrashing twisted teeth that enjoy
Gnawing on the inside of my cheek.
I hope for the day when I no longer hear the muttered
Sound of wasps burrowing deeper
down.