insidious

i have been paying attention to all your whispering
to the crickets you set up all around my bed chirping in my ears at night
to the caterpillars you let loose to wriggle up my arms and down my legs
to the tiny furry mice you sent to nibble on my fingertips and scrape their teeth against my ankles.
the sound of your skin rubbing as you wring your hands
quiet as it is
has caught my ear hundreds of thousands of times
drowning out the deafening blare of my own gurgling gut
of my own rushing blood
of my own snapping nerves.
you are insidious
not malicious
but insidious
and i've got to root you out.