Host

To the the lovely flies living within my own flesh.
Salutations.
My body was not meant for you.
An exit of my person would be much appreciated.
Thank you for all you do to assist our species.
Love, Your host.

Infestation.
If I could simply explain.
That every one is crawling under our skin.
The eggs hatch.
The maggots squirm.
Together as the weather changes.
Years living with this.
Blessed nature.
As they birth themselves from you.
One pokes out.
Flies away.
Noticing it keenly.
So many.
The hot weathers coming.
Anti-parasitic please.
Vomit and devour.
Dead insect proteins.
Strong alcohol.
How very clear.
Heavy sedation.
No fear.
Still infested.
The maddening.
Adapting to.
Malaise?
Glorious chaos.
Reasoning.
Fathom this for us.
The holes boared under flesh.
Laughing as they tickle.
The words.
Used to it.
Enter the mind.
Screams of terror qued.
Nothing changes.
Their apathy.
Erased illusions.
Coming to terms.
What to do?
Living hell.
What percentage of you...
Equals insect?
Who can tell?

Reviews

[splattercore]

Oh my gosh. This is a total invasion of personal space. The absolute terror that something can break your own walls is truly terrifying. I felt the suspense all the way. Nice piece!