i can feel the worms
as they wiggle under my skull.
i dig them out with tweezers,
throwing them in a bowl.
but the more i dig,
the more there are
no matter where i go,
no matter how far.
my brain turns to mush
as the days go by
my innards begin to rot
and my corpse liquifies.
what began as concern
slips into terror.
but i promise,
i never meant to scare her.
Jan 15, 2021
Jan 15, 2021 at 2:55 AM UTC
i can feel the worms
as they wiggle under my skull.
i dig them out with tweezers,
throwing them in a bowl.
but the more i dig,
the more there are
no matter where i go,
no matter how far.
my brain turns to mush
as the days go by
my innards begin to rot
and my corpse liquifies.
what began as concern
slips into terror.
but i promise,
i never meant to scare her.
this one is kinda gross, sorry.
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