parasitic

meeting you wasn't sweet

as blooming butterflies

flapping from my wrinkled husk

it was gunky cocoon of grub

bulging my belly despite brining

in bleach and gulping the bathwater

it was maggots latching to porky

innards and the doom of hatching

no matter how much i retched

meeting you was instant

parasitic itch of pickled infants

molting my youth with an oh

shit

this guy's gonna

make me

fly