I’m never eating strawberries again
there’s a pit in my stomach it’s grown into a strawberry
the spiders that live in it climb into my empty lungs turning the trees in my lungs upside down every morning they put on their tiny flip flops and stomp all over my brain
their teeth makes little holes in my fingertips at night they scream keeping me up
i’ve grown used to it sometimes if i open my eyes hard enough flies will crawl in the flip flop wearing spiders chase after the flies tearing through my body ripping open my liver releasing tens of hundreds of beetles
the beetles chew through my bones freeing the worms that made my skeleton their home they slither through my body wreaking havoc wherever they go
i’ve grown used to it but i’ll never eat a strawberry again