Acid In[di]gestion

there's a hole in a brick wall
six black beetles are
running in a circle
being purposeless
a pillowesque desk in the
corner of a science
room has become the
death bed of a cute girl
she will never sample bottled
chemicals again
and her stomach once contained a bowl of weetabix
but a beetle now abides within her ear
and she doesn't understand the things he whispers
when you poison yourself you can't hear
can't hear
can't
she will never sample bottled
chemicals again
and her organs have become a single organ
that can't function but it sits there in the ground
it was melted by a liquid sort of acid
that from curiosity she downed
she downed
she