The thick ropes of millipede that scuttle and squirm their million fold legs upon the thin membrane between my mind and that which lies beyond have begun to stretch the separating film that contains my mind. Every thought strains against the ever thinning barrier, with holes being poked through my thoughts. I feel the want of their escape, their need to flow free from my head. From sleep to wake to sleep again, they crawl and slither the crevices, probing for a break, for a way to enact the hatred that makes their being.