centipedes

i hear a woman's laughter and a child asking a question... constant automobiles moving, water dripping, clocks ticking. i become more dizzy each instant, my skin itches and aches... my head pounding, where is the cure? the humans don't realize why they become infected with a need for my soul, so tragic, let me go i do not belong here... that laughter makes me cringe it doesn't belong here not tonight. i hope he's not long... i can't take the pounding why is that woman laughing... i need to feed tonight but that laughter paralyzes me my thoughts race.i am amused by how strange my body feels tonight... where do i belong? always somewhere in between