By Nicole Cleary
I'm starting to feel bad again.
There’s these moments that
linger inside my mind
and they're eating me alive
from the inside out
like maggots,
and I am a moss cloaked corpse,
wasting away.
They slither down my throat
and land within my chest.
They screech and cry
and slam themselves against
the inside of my ribcage.
They nibble at my heart
and breathe through my lungs.
They look through my eyes.
Nicole Cleary is a queer poet from New Jersey currently residing in the hills of Tennessee. She once enjoyed long walks on the beach and now enjoys listening to the cows in the early morning.