The Horror Within Me
A poem
A poem
Beneath my skin something writhes,
a parasite of thought
Gnawing, twisting in the marrow,
hollowing out the scaffolding
of my being.
Synapses fire scorching neurons
with visions of atrocity, depravity.
The monster churns, corroding me inside,
replacing blood with black bile.
Soon this shell
will collapse, split,
setting it free,
birthing apocalypse.
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