I am the pattern you cannot unsee,

The tiny mouths that gape and grin,

The clustered voids that writhe and creep,

The broken honeycomb within.

I bloom in petals, sponges, pores,

In places soft, in places worn,

I plant my seeds inside your thoughts,

And leave your every sense forlorn.

Your skin itches when you meet my gaze,

Your stomach turns with sudden spite,

I am the swarm behind your eyes,

Th...