Like The Worm In The Apple
Squirming and chewing
It works its way through my pulpy flesh
It tingles and it burns and it hurts
And it feels like bliss
All at the same time
I can’t find the point of entry
But that doesn’t matter anymore
I can see the strange random maze
It is making with his mouth
A child’s frantic impromptu coloring
Session
There were lines but they are forgotten
Disregarded
I feel it working in me
He is stuffing himself to the tail
While I being hollowed out
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