The red worm swims
in amber liquid
sugars fermented
from baked agave
Visions await
in the bottom
of the bottle
and in the body
of the worm
Demon spirit
calling me
wishing to transport
me to an ancient land
of good and evil
where the worm still crawls
The road is hot and long
but the liquid is cold and smoky
the burn deadening me to the pain
and allowing me to slip
through the veil
where the worm reigns
When I arrive
and meet the worm
I swallow him whole
he tells me to look up
I see tinted curved glass
and a ring of blue-sky
from inside the bottle
where I am trapped
Sep 15, 2016
Sep 15, 2016 at 7:37 PM UTC
The red worm swims
in amber liquid
sugars fermented
from baked agave
Visions await
in the bottom
of the bottle
and in the body
of the worm
Demon spirit
calling me
wishing to transport
me to an ancient land
of good and evil
where the worm still crawls
The road is hot and long
but the liquid is cold and smoky
the burn deadening me to the pain
and allowing me to slip
through the veil
where the worm reigns
When I arrive
and meet the worm
I swallow him whole
he tells me to look up
I see tinted curved glass
and a ring of blue-sky
from inside the bottle
where I am trapped
