A filthy witch lived inside me when
I spent too much time
She eliminated the healthy bugs
that sewed my insides nicely,
that watered my battle
and push forward flowers.
I wanted to learn how to fish
with a stick. I wanted
to pick protein out
of fish scales, but
the witch said
she had an allergy. She took my stick
and hid it.
I miss my bugs. The healthy ones.
They helped me stay clean.
I cannot breathe
on my own.
I grew with the witch for years,
while she sang
death march hymns. I learned the
and ate them, instead of the fish.
When it came time for gutting and
cleaning, I painted
my own limbs with scales
fished with knife sticks for protein.
I spent too much time growing
with this rapacious
witch. Her sharp teeth chewed
my affections to analgesic cream
that spread throughout me, burying
the enchantress and her