Insects

Location

43065
United States
40° 10' 27.354" N, 83° 5' 23.3484" W

Five butterflies whirr around my head--
playing catch-me-if-you-can with each other's glowing, neon flutter.
I'm elated to see these spectacular creatures in orbit around me,
as if I, their sun-god, controlled the order of their motion.
These insects of one kind are replaced with a another grotesque form--
and instead of butterflies, I see red, hourglass shapes on spiders' backs.
They gnaw at my leg hairs and crawl up my bony spine,
one
furry
leg
at
a
time.
Making sure to take a venomous, itching bite at every inch.
But my hands cannot move.
I am forced to bare witness to my own suffering and death.

And that is why I write.
I write to let the floodgates of my pain down,
to release the winch of my stresses,
to cause my readers discomfort,
and to make them feel like children again.

Comments

Additional Resources

Get AI Feedback on your poem

Interested in feedback on your poem? Try our AI Feedback tool.
 

 

If You Need Support

If you ever need help or support, we trust CrisisTextline.org for people dealing with depression. Text HOME to 741741