Sunday, April 20, 2008

The Worm of Habit


I overheard my secret companion worm whisper,
That the fires I kindle to smoke and sear
Serve just to make it sweeter: the taste
Of my nerves on its viral jaws.

In kind, I lay my own rejoinder: you
Shall nibble your last on these eyes
And arms I tear loose from my body, your final
Feasting before hunger lays you to ash.

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