Pest.

What is the matter with you?
Why are you collapsing?
You are under attack.
Can you feel it?
Do you feel it closing your throat and dismantling your mind?
Scream.
I know you want to.
Vomit.
I know you need to.
Do something drastic.
I know you’re foolish enough to.
Can you feel it?
It won’t leave you.
It’s wants to secure its home in you.
Vomit.
I know you want to.
Scream.
I know you need to.
Its making you tug at your flesh as if you are the enemy.
Can you feel its trickery?
It is nesting inside of you -
This elusive evil.
Subconsciously it drains you -
makes you a servant to your own instability.
It sits on your skin as light as dust,
but penetrates your soul like burning metal.
It made a promise to destroy you.
Do you feel it now?
It is having its way with you.
It slithers up your spine, conjuring self-pity.
What is the matter with you?
You are collapsing.
Can you feel it?