Parasite

a parasite
lives in my brain
it feeds off the black cloud
over my head
which formed in 1994.

I am host to a
group of angry teenagers
burning my pineal gland
with cigarettes while
celebrating nihilism.

I walk, bent forward
showered in contradiction
and following the steps of
a bag lady who talks
to herself.
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my grandpa said if
I wouldn't sleep the moon
would eat me,
and it did.