Worm Storm




image from nikhelbig.com


The worm the storm,
a blackened eye
i wiped the ash
I barely cried
For i arose like dawn
to death
Wakened from my peep toe head,
and how the quiet ones watch me
Whisper whisper
Go the mice
I am indeed a handsome price
A coal black heart
A throbbing sung
I use the spine
which jabs the lung

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