an infestation of insipidness

can you see them?
the spiders crawling
beneath my skin
skittering legs
tap tap tapping
down my crooked spine
poisoned fangs
nibbling at my mind

doing lines of
fire ant killer
seeking a new buzz
to erase the dull buzz
humming in my skull
as they weave webs
around my every
regurgitated thought

diamond carapaces
to withstand the
internal pressures
of a mechanical heart
beating along fault lines
carefully kept whole
by invisible spiders
and insatiable need

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