Vexatious, Voracious Worms

Lilac lines linger on my arms,

Not nerves, but worms.

Vexatious, voracious worms;

Try to speak: they slam my lips shut!

Try to touch: they draw hills on my crust!

(And I die a little.)

Vexatious, voracious worms,

And failed musings of my heart-

Do they want me out of their arms?

Do they want to hear them laugh?

Do they want to unveil my

Defeated, despicable heart?

Vexatious, voracious worms

Fuel rivers down my eyes.

Storming sensations every breath,

They frisk and frolic in my mind.

But however much they torment,

Worms are a part of me.

And they shall die the same.

So before the night passes me away,

Could you untangle the worms inside?

So that, at least in my death,

The worms and I can rest.

Because in our lifetime,

We die nearly everyday.