Earwig Eggs

It's happening.

Depression crept into
her crib.

Disguised as an earwig,
it crawled into her
brain.

There,
it laid its eggs.

18 years later,
they are now
hatching.

Blossoming madness.

Eating away
her happiness.

I took her
to the hospital
last night.

We laughed
and played around
just like
when I used to
babysit her.

But,
I could
feel
them.

I could actually
see them
behind her eyes.

Feasting.

There's still time
to get them
out.

I have hydrogen peroxide.

I am ready.

I will burn those
fuckers out.

I'd rather see her
go blind,
then see her
go mad.

I'll have to do
it
in her sleep.

But there isn't
much
I can do
now.

Another egg has just
hatched.