It crawls
Beneath the thin line
Inches from the surface
Waiting for its time

It knows
Senses sensitivity
Weakness at a point
And then it drowns

The worm
Feeding on the matter
Searching in my muscles
Opening to bloom

Flowing
Swimming in my veins
Lowering
Deeper into me
Flooding
Squirming as it reaches

The hole inside

It grows
Startling those who dare
Lay their eyes on it
Contorting and ripping through
Finding others ways to dig into
You

The Worm

Conquering my memories
Tearing in and forcing me
Splitting open my old muscle
Opening to bloom

Opening to bloom

Flowing
Swimming in my veins
Lowering
Deeper into me
Flooding
Squirming as it reaches

The hole inside