I HAD A DREAM YOU WERE LIVING IN MY WALLS | ISAAC

The worst part of the video:
The wasp laying eggs inside the caterpillar.

A small thing, a
Defenseless thing, limbless,
And a sharpness on top of it–
Its beating wings, its
twitching abdomen, the footage playing
Double time,
As to show the process quicker,
As to not bore the viewer
With a death as slow as this.

In my dream you came out of the wall
Like an egg finally emerging from the body,
Slick and pale.

The endless cavity of the walls &
The now-yawning emptiness of my own body
The way you slithered endlessly through them until
The explosion, the turning outwards,
Breaking open along the spine and nothing but rot inside–

If my body is a vessel, this wound is its mouth.


ISAAC (they/them) is an ex-barista and current-poet from chicago. They want you to know that they are a cancer sun, pisces moon, and aquarius rising.

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