Anxious thoughts like scurrying ants swarm over me,carry away scraps and crumbs of rational thought.
Thousands of insect feet keep time to the fluttering beat of my over-emotional heart.
Sugar-water tears stream down my cheeks, a map of trails for this demon ant army.
They march in formation over my face, into my eyes, my nose, my mouth, feasting on the tracks of my pain.
I cannot sleep, for the thundering battles they make in my head.
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