Parasitical Baptism

Eaten away by larvae

this armor is illuminated

with the dreams of the pupating insects

that were born in the deep

these dreams now serve as guidance

for the forcibly-baptized

A parasite for bad thoughts

bites at moments of serenity

crawling all over my identity

feasting on a plague of tortured whispers

leaving a mind full of itches

that form wounds

a million stitches

can't hold together