Monday, June 4, 2018

Maggot; or one coat of paint

They tell me

Paint these walls white
when I'm done

when I do I see maggots
writhing in rough spaces

When you wipe your finger over them
leaving trails of caulk and smooth

You smother me in their bodies
I watch them replace my teeth

Biting into the walls
despite of myself

I plant them deep

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