what happens when a worm
βέƦẙḽ Dṏṽ

Cosmologically speaking,
what happens when a worm
goes into a wormhole?

I wonder if it thinks it's a giant tequila bottle?
Dont eat the worm
Jam Rock
Jam Rock
Feb 20, 2013

Dont eat the worm
no matter how bad that little fucker squirms
it'll make your gut turn
and your eyes swell
a living hell
living at the bottom of the tequilla bottle.

Bury me.
Bury me deep,
deep into the dampness of soil,
where nothing moves
and nothing breathes,
and no one cares where I might coil.

Dorothy Anderson
Dorothy Anderson
Nov 26, 2009

cant't you stand a little rain?
A puddle here,
a puddle there
You squirm so helplessly,
desperately seeking out higher ground,
hurriedly scurrying for shelter,
but stuck in a rut
for want of dry land

Some lay before you,
fully defeated,
a mass exodus of worm refugees
The blazing sun
shall work against you,
to parch the ground below
How cruel does this world
seem towards you
when all you want is to stay alive?
To survive,
to thrive,
for one more day

The worm he dances swiftly up the ankle of my bo
Elise Marie
Jan 24, 2012

The worm he dances swiftly up the ankle of my bones
He crests the waves of belt buckles and hips as smooth as stones
One wiggle closer to the prize
Of brainpan thoughts and wandering eyes
He brings with him a quaint disease
It breathes a wind that buckles knees
The knees that kept me standing, kept my pupils locked in line
Now this black worm has edged into the highway of my spine
The spiral steps and collar bone, a temporary hurdle
Luckily his slippery frame were made for such a battle
So up he goes to dive into my choppy, brainy sea
And loose the anchor off his ship, infecting happily

Sean Winslow
Sean Winslow
May 12, 2010

We feel it.
The low tenor and shimmering soprano
it fills us with a teasing rhythm


Amidst the warmth of a shallow breeze
we dance
Kindled by a roseate glimmer of fading fire
we writhe

Impassioned with intent we make our way
from our warm bed in the grass
to climb together to alpine heights
nestled where we can best reach
The edge, the rim through which gods create
that dark abyss which sustains us

With an abrupt rush, we are lifted and consumed
There, the briefest glimmer of sparkling white
and we fall,
pushed by muscular cadence
Plunge. Float...
And finally pulled
Here we move,
Rostellum pierce the pitch
Then feverishly,
We rook our God

I intend this piece to be open to interpretation. This initially grew from an attempt to go beyond my comfort zone. I was provided key words that must be used to get credit for the assignment. From this I imagined that the reader would take the perspective of (one or many) tapeworm grub on their (its) journey (one I had imagined to be more a sacred pilgrimage) to a host in the hopes of being consumed.

Copyright ©2010-2013 Sean Winslow All Rights Reserved
I know you’re the worm in my veins I seek to feel.
Mar 21

Cover me now,
with the shadow of your hand.
Leave me blind,
for i’m the puppet in your plans.

Tear me up,
till every bone crumbles inside.
Leave me shackled,
fallen on your breast.

This pool of blood is yet to be,
I clutched the trigger you placed on my head
You’re my ticking time bomb.
I’m the masochist to my own fate.

I know you’re the toxic that exists
I know you’re the pain I could peel.
I know you’re the venom inside of me
I know you’re the worm in my veins I seek to feel.

Spit on me,
there is no shame in emptiness.
Lie from me,
your words tear holes in my flesh.

Take my soul
and put it to the test.
Tease me hard,
as I fall to temptation and sin.

I’ve inscribed your name on my walls in red,
with the agony you seeded oh so oft’
You’re my ticking time bomb.
and i’m about to set it off.

Kill me, I know it is coming to an end.
and leave with the promise that was never meant.
Feel me, just before I make the leap.
I still feel warm from your last caress

What if you wanted something that you had a taste of?
something that you couldn't have?
this is my story of how it is still driving me mad.
There’s a worm in my mind-
Sep 13, 2013

There’s a worm in my mind-
it’s called thoughts.
It eats away every inch of
my brain, night by night.
It is hurting me,
and I kind of felt
addicted to the pain.
And so the worms
multiplied and
outnumbered my
brain cells,
taking over my
whole system.

i am a worm,
Feb 6, 2013

i am a worm,
who discovered,
you could be a butterfly.
and that river,
we never,
will remember,
stays in my mind,
and i visit it,
at nights, when Ella Fitzgerald ruthlessly comes on the little plastic radio,
and A.M.
will not leave me alone.

i saw a little worm underneath a stone
Dec 22, 2013

i saw a little worm underneath a stone
sat there in my garden he was all alone
i sat there a while to keep him company
   then the little worm was staring back at me
worm he wriggled closer he knew that i was there
i stroked him on the head to show him that i care
worm he seemed to smile as if to say hello
he was very happy and his face it had glow
i sat there a while  then worm he crawled away
just a bit of company had really made his day

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