Isoptera
Last night,
Phantom termites
Tore through my psyche,
Eating my essence.
Burrowing into buried memories,
To feast on the forgotten.
Excavating entombed desires,
To devour every dream.
Boring through my beliefs,
To consume all convictions.
I awoke,
Hollow.
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I love how you ended it! Well done
from husk
to dust.
Happy birthday, Donna!
I like how you carry the metaphor through out.
Haunting!