Whispers eat away at me
Numerous, like ants, but
Benign
I can ignore them for a while
But problems always surface
Over time
Tiny tunnels in my mind
And cracks I cannot heal
Burrowing bugs and worms that squirm
In search of their next meal
Whispers live inside of me
Numerous, like ants, and
Alive
I can’t ignore them anymore
They move, are monsterous
Are mine
Thick sludge floods capilleries
Patches cracks with bile
The whispers are a part of me
Together, one nest, one mind