Bad Habits

To be held

To feel the weight it comes

With a price

I asked centipedes to curl in my eye’s whites

Up against my iris the contrast 

Beautiful 

I implore lice to eat at my scalp

Blood to make redder hair

Stunning

Pleading the ticks to gnaw away freckles 

Please 

Just this once

Hungry leeches to suck out ruddy cheeks

Let me be 

Pretty

Choking cockroaches down my throat 

Spiders on my tongue

Maggots eating away

My petulance 

My begging

Is this enough 

To feel 

The weight I want it

Fuck 

I want it