The Host

they live

in the air vents

i hear them

there

whispered ramblings

distorted muttering

inchoherent

mumbling

are they plotting

vying to descend

in the dead of night

to pierce my larynx

enter

through the gash

speak

through my teeth

can we share this husk

until it decays

bloating and rotting in

dull suburbia

what do they seek

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