infestation

a poem about whatever-

there’s bugs controlling me

i am infested

and i want to pick out every last bug.

mostly flies and cockroaches- the disturbing kind of bug.

and if this buzz continues down into my soul 

I might have to move 

i’ll do anything to kill it 

it chatters my teeth 

upsets my stomach 

blurs my eyes 

i go to the store looking for 

pyrethroids to ride me of these pests 

though i’ve found the ridding of pests rids me of all the good.

the spider in the dusty corner with which i have a symbiotic relationship. 

the butterflies which sometimes make their way through the open window to bring me joy

the ladybugs i find clinging to my clothes which i think bring me good luck 

it even kills the grass outside. 

the store has nothing for me that gets rid of all bad and preserves all good 

so I leave empty handed 

“it’s a blessing” some say

like i should be a f*****g cockroach enthusiast

yes, butterflies, ladybugs and spiders are surely blessings

but sometimes I wish all bugs were extinct  

because with no bugs, 

i’ll be clean and quiet

Author's Note

open to any and all critiques

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[lyshaspieces]

“i go to the store looking for
pyrethroids to ride me of these pests
though i’ve found the ridding of pests rids me of all the good.” This part makes me think of when I took my first medications for my mental illness diagnosis and what other people have said. How it helps in some respects but can make you numb if you’re not on the best one or wrong dosage. You do have a typo but it’s easy to see what you’re saying