Let 'em Feast, We're all Hungry

it starts when I’m sitting somewhere unimportant or standing in a place that doesn’t matter because we’re in my mind. I look down and see a thing. It is moving. Its an ant. A red ant on a red floor. I see it has two or three friends. No – wait. I didn’t see those other ones before. A school of friends. Wait. Hold on. No. Looking closer, I now see the ground is covered with them. They know I’m here. They start at my toes. A few discover my ankles and circle them. Repetitively. I see the one – the first ant command the rest to set course. Up the back of my left...calf...knee...thigh. They swarm my hips. I contort myself to track them all. To see what they’re darting towards. ... . ... ... ...Deeper, in the back, I hear myself asking...what’s so funny? Is it me? They answer by ignoring me. They don’t fall. Gravity doesn’t halt them. I’m stunned. I ask 'What is it about Me?' Louder. ...A few find their way into my belly button. They quickly cascade out at once filling it and running from it The rest continue up, converge between my breasts. .. .. .. .I recognize the first. The first one, the first one that started all this. I recognize him. The first one I saw. In front of me, he’s perched. Calmly sitting on my chest. Only moving with my breath. His army covering the form of my body below him. Each of them at attention, waiting. He must be breathing too. This is Confrontation. For him, it’s momentary. He scuttles up my collar bone. Slowly circles the curve of my neck. I allow it. I allow it because I know him. And each of these little creatures are reinforcement, I feel the army follow the first. In Snake. Like. Fashion. Up a shoulder, around the neck, back down the other side. ... ... ... ... .Some venture into my ears and whisper things I already know that make me cry. .. .. ... ... .They split and slice easily back down all directions of my body. No shape form destination obvious. Chaotic static screen descent. ...The first is long gone. I can’t see him anymore. Wouldn’t know which he was. They’ve all mixed up again and become the floor below me. -JLauRo