I feel the thing inside my head
growing slowly, pressing up against my skull.
It hasn’t always been there,
but it’s been there long enough to know me,
to know my thoughts.
It eats my thinking time away,
stealing my attention
I feel it expanding, only slightly
so as not to give itself away,
but I feel the thing inside my head.
Some membrane filled with liquid,
something alive, a parasite feasting steadily on my mind
draining thoughts I’ll never think again
without thinking of it instead.
It’s latched fleshy tendrils to my brain I can’t detach;
terrifying tendrils that haunt my dreams and feed me nightmares.
I have to get it out,
to cut it out!
I grasp my ear, tearing at the flesh across my skull with glistening nails,
forming wells of blood upon my gnarled scalp,
but the skin is too thick and the thing too deep . . .
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origin: 10/28/2017, 20:37:02
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