Brain Maggots
I awoke this morning to the buzz of a fly.
It whirred, it whizzed, it flew on by.
And where, I wondered, whence it came?
I could but wonder, all the same.
No windows open, the bins all clean.
No food left out, no fruit nor scraps unseen.
Puzzled now, I looked instead, around my rooms, until, I came upon my bed!
Oh shock, surprise, oh wonders grim,
for there upon my Pillow prim,
A bloodstain, small, a map of Ind.
It depicted in vermillion, and I in awe of dread, now felt, something move, something clawing out!
My hands to head, I raised in horror, at the feeling of something burrow!
Something there!
My God, what could it be!
A mirror quick, I glared, and freezed!
Behind my eyeball, staring back, a finger sized maggot, white and black.
Copyright Tamara Wilding 2016,
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