Maybe I need to lay off the Poe?

poison skin
death mingling with
the folicles, the undersides of
moles

hairs curl back as if to make room for
the gnawing of teeth,
the gnashing of
gums

the tiny eaters
that will take the poison skin
and digest it
like so much filthy rotten muck,
later to drop it--miniscule, forgotten--
into the dirt
amongst the blades
of grass, and grass.