Human Bot-Fly -

Lost in the jungle deep emerald abyss separated untold miles from

The world civilized

Strangling undergrowth… this climate offers no hope

Awash in the filth crusted mud and foul excreted waste scabs form a rash

Vital nourishment depleting

Torrid blistering heat demented psyche crumbling fast

Stench fetid from infected wounds rancid gangrene growth rich with sickness

Now exudes

As you run with mucous fever festooning you with boils nauseous gorge

Explodes ejecting gastric anal vomit

Sprawled on the ground in horror and exhaustion the whole of you

Skin now a

Scabrious inflammated wound

Something has your scent a hunger stirs primordial

Crazed with the fever sleep consciousness a cruel foe consumed by pathogenic

Sick hallucinations

Now you shake with fear awakened by the wings of doom

Vile larvae the afflicting plague as affixed to the wretched anopolae by

Ingenious parasites

Dermatobia hominis is now clinging to your skin forced to hatch your body

Heat their cue to penetrate

Mouth ringed with teeth hooked into your meat barbed several rows

It seems they’re here to stay

Wriggling deeper still itching horrid thrill if you try to pull them out

They’ll die and rot inside of you

Growing fat within underneath scabby skin liquifying tissue to complete the

grisly metamorph

Brain impulse erodes sickening stimuli are they really there?

Or merely maggots of the mind?