Of all the things on earth
I often hallucinate ants,
not one or two
but a swarm of them
out of nowhere
at one corner of a room.
and in the blink of an eye,
they form one giant hand
with ease, maestoso,
about 5 feet 2 inches tall
and then it beckons me sluttishly
like a raunchy damsel
at the peak of her libido,
yearning to eat me alive
inside a bewitching
garnet colored fist,
and release my soul
from its abominable prison.

I sit still, both rapt and petrified,
I hear them pant
I wait for them to approach
they never do and when my eyes begin to hurt
I shrug off
and they vanish with a whimper rather than a bang.
Death keeps betraying me, even in my delusions.

 

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