Insect Legion Werk

the feet there
walls painted in my turning gasp for the worst ugly creatures.
nasty little bugs' feet.
scratch my house.
fall air
crunchy smell of my wake to the sunset.
so i circles. there bleed.
tiny invaders like crawling power
vinegar still the offensive morning. my bugs. crunchy.
concentrating on my name…
dizzy sleep folds the beauty gold across the mate repulsively unmanageable.
green eyes transformed the gross purpose, taste my water
real solution. supposed to suffocate.
jasmine powerless god, i burn wicked nights higher, hear, know that squish
then they come no go.