Infleshtation

Flesh not of my flesh.
Brains that throb to an alien rhythm.
Ways that are not mine or ours.

Spleen livers guts and hearts. Yes!
But alien all the same.

That seem all the same but pry with misshapen eyes and

Limbs

that hop and dance carrying a quarter the amount of...

...BILLIONS that creep in to the warm recesses we made and feed off of our bodies

Set traps!

Set traps with baited blood and wait to hear the snaps.

The snap of spring and lethal bar that yearns for its wooden bed.
The snap of iron jaws that yearn for their gritted clench
The snap of ...

Babies bones.

Flesh not of my flesh that crawls because you are so many.