My home is overrun by earwigs
every time I get ten
thirty more will stream out
from under something
and quickly go about
making their way towards me.

They will sometimes stop
to group together
entwining, twitching, flipping
all over the place
in a relentless orgy of insects
desecrating everything.

I think that killing them
has become a fully developed
and even enflamed
psychosis of mine
because I have just finished writing
a horror story about insects (and demons)
and the imagination
is a fierce beast to contend with
when it’s 3AM
and they are parading across the kitchen table
right into my dreams.