i let it curl around me
it nestles between my bones
i forget to breath
it doesnt remind me
it likes the stillness
it likes the quite
my breath is loud
rattling the bones
it calls home

i let it lick my wounds
it sinks deep into them
i heal quick
before it has a chance
to slither back out
the wound is closed
but its still wriggling

every time i take
a deep breath
it shakes in distress
trying to shush me
through scared skin
every word i speak
it tries to squeeze back in
confined to one part of me
it has no hold
but to remind me of
old wounds
with that ever hollow
wriggling feeling