ants (poem) [tw for bug stuff?]

never once have i moved 

as the ants pile onto my clothes

nestling into every possible crevice 

to make their home in my skin

and all the feeling

flows to my head 

where i rest at night with every fear in the world

and my sweet fragments of you 

i wake in a dream 

and wonder where my head is.

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