The Bugs

Oh! The bugs are marching
one-by-one
in
my head, my head

my head
it’s latched on by
commitment

Thank God! Else it
would have shaken off
with rickety waves of
apprehension
I am standing on

thousands of microscopic
bug legs
strutting,
fashionably strutting
in hand crafted
black leather wedges

chewing up
the poise that carries me
through rocky terrain
mixing
creating
cement bricks of
disquietude

trampling my resplendent
garden
of backbones.

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