Aliens

In the movie
Aliens swim around in your gut
Rip apart your insides
Until they bust out
I’ve got an alien
But I think mine got lost
Swims in my throat
Scaly ribs brush my esophagus
Pushes on the back of my eyes
Sometimes it hides and I forget
When it busts out
I think it’ll come out my mouth
Slime-toothed squid missile
A metaphor too big for my head
Questions bump around too
Maybe the alien knocked them loose
Maybe they feed it
Questions like where am I needed
Where am I wanted
Maybe that’s the alien
Or here’s the real mind fuck
Maybe I’m the alien

-T. Weeks
(A response to observing everything I feel)