last night I dreamt of these things that crawl beneath my skin
I have a scalpel and I’m slicing open at my flesh and I’m clawing them out
but they’re everywhere and my hands are painted red a nd the holes are growing
faster than I can stitch them shut I pause and when I see the pile of foreign things lying in a tangled, shredded heap I realize they were my arteries now confetti on the floor
