do.you.

want it? Do you really really want it?

Does it crawl on your skin, make you itch?
Does it fuck you up well? Every day, every fucking day?
Does it have a hundred tiny feet chattering on your brain,
slinking by? Or does it slither?
Slimy lubricated scales dragging
into your ears, sucking on the smooth membranes of your body.
The insect licks you, it chews on you, it wants you.
It murmurs and whispers, it sticks out its tongue and wipes
its little lies on you.

Do you want it? How badly?
What are you willing to do?
Will you let it eat you alive?