Of all the bugs that bite I’m bitten by a tick; Infected with his disease. I’ve caught a spring fever, A viral infection, Like I caught little white butterflies When I was a child skipping through the clover. The tick burrows his head in my cerebellum, Releasing his poison as he sucks my blood; Little vampire! Now my thoughts turn, and transform Like the changing of the seasons. It would be impressive, if it wasn’t so invasive, That this insignificant insect Has violated the sanctity of my secrets. There are teeth marks in the meat of my amygdala Where his poison manipulates my emotions; A child at the controls of a nuclear reactor. Of all the bullets to lodge inside my brain It was the bullet with your name scratched into it That found a home inside my head. And now my amygdala bleeds tainted thoughts, Colored by the silver of the bullet I tried to end sanity with— The irony: I created chaos with your bullet. I was at peace before your name Became a permanent resident inside the asylum of my thoughts.