I wander around with my feet of clay and winged heels.
Often I am so self-conscious as to pretend nothing has happened. Sometimes it’s like you’d prefer the lie to the truth, maybe perhaps you do. Whatever it makes for you (my tongue slowly swells with the weight of the unspoken) I hope you find yourself happier now (arrogance once forsaken is never forgiven).
I tipped over the world one day to see the worms inside the earth and I wondered for their single-minded purpose. If life were so simple as finding the next bit of earth to chew, maybe this wouldn’t hurt so much.
Maybe it’s time we went to the worms to find out how dead we really are (they crawl within my veins and make me squirm with infected desire). Or maybe it’s time (all I see is purple) to move on and find another metaphor to be compared to.

(all you see is blue) And I trust you’ll understand.

They always do, in the end.

Is this the end?

My tongue has burst…