By Alexander Pseudonym:
There’s a mole in my head
Scurrying along the aquaducts,
Pattering its dirty feet through my thoughts.
I can smell its moist fur,
Potent under my tongue.
Moles are tunnelling.
Burrowing
Subterranean trenches.
Mining networks.
Drilling.
Razor teeth carving my muscle into a nest.
Stocking, piling, excavating my perception,
Dragging my reflexes,
Eaten – I haven’t eaten –
My brain is being eaten alive.
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About Alexander
Alexander is a poet and a blogger. His awards include, Kreativ Blogger Award, 7X7 Link Award among others. To enjoy more of his poems, please visit his blog Alexander Pseudonym
