To the hornet nest inside my head
you’re buzzing all about
the noisiness constricting me
and filling me with doubt

To the slimy worms inside my throat
you’re clogging up the pipes
and the words I want to say
don’t come out just right

And I’ve got a stomach bug
festering inside
he’s been poisoning me
for all of my life

And instead of butterflies
my heart is filled with crooked lies
implanted by the toxic plumes
of a caterpillar’s fumes

And to the moths inside my soul
eating each thread with no control
I ask to leave the part of me
that doesn’t want to die

To the ants that eat the parts of me
that no one’s gotten yet
if you’ll cherish what is left
I’ll be forever in your debt

And to the spider I swallow
once I am entirely hollow
be my Charlotte’s Web
and don’t spindle me with dread

Fix me up with pretty words
show me the worth of my own life
and eat up all the toxic bugs
who have filled me with strife

My hopes are in a spider
casting their net
trying to catch all the insects
that might become threats