Like the WormsA Poem by MortriciaPutting myself together.I scratched an itch so eager I really must confess the mark was rather porous oh my skin, it was a mess
It flaked and fell about me tiny pieces to the ground I reached the milky middle something deep within me, found
I yanked the bone up harshly to free it from its prison it came up rather ready it came up with a mission
I dug the earth about me the bone fell in its coffin the soil would then decay it alone, the bone would soften
A sprout began to spring from the place where I was buried it grew branches, fleshy warm the leaves were coarse and hairy
Axe in hand, I chopped it down my new home, soon reflecting satisfaction comes in many forms but from yourself.....
it is the best thing.
© 2015 MortriciaAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorMortriciaCOAboutGet cozy to take a journey through a rhythmic, twisting prison, I'm a metaphoricalien and writing is my mission. "Didja hear about the guy who lost his left side? He's all right now..... more..Writing
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