Posts Tagged ‘Worms’

Seconds are spent making scribbles

into words.

Then the abrupt

change,

the buzz sits like a heavy crown

and hurts like a bruise

on top of my head.

 

Electric eels no bigger

than worms

crawl beneath my skin.

They work their way down

my neck-

 

my spine, a railway-

and enter my arms.

 

I feel them squirm atop my bones.

 

Words change.

They are mine and no longer

mine. 

Each dark letter is

an abyss

pressed onto paper.

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We let the once overflowed well run dry.

But now, I’ve opened up a brown parcel,

opened the door of the cage and loosed birds,

anxiously pried open a slimy clam,

opened a gray can without a label.