Clearing

She swears the air is clearing I suffer her complimenting me You taste like you should eat better I won't tell, my throat is burning up Hundreds of insects In your hair, they are my friends They look tired from chewing holes in my foundations House unstable Terminal block, ambient temperature Several weeks locked in Floral bedsheets deterred You've soothed the instinct Aversion you share with me It's underlying still when we eat Hundreds of insects In your hair, they are my friends They look tired from chewing holes in my foundations House unstable