Saturday, 05 May 2012
I have been bitten
and the tick burrows his head
deep in my cerebellum,
where he cannot be shaken free;
and now my thoughts are not my own.
My mind has been hijacked
by a foreign invader, an unassuming
little tick; an insignificant insect—
yet now my brain chemistry is changed forever.
This vampire dines on my blood,
dripping poison thoughts inside my ear
until my electrical wiring is saturated,
and short circuiting.
There are teeth marks in the meat of my amygdala,
and I don’t care if I’m ever free of this bug,
this flu I’ve caught and captured with open arms;
if I must be sick, this illness is better than the rest.
this is going to be heavily edited later. I've only had four hours of sleep thanks to the ibuprofen I took at 3am, so yes, this needs work. I've all ready begun editing in my mind. Why am I telling you this? I don't know. It's not like it matters. Oh well.