Worms

Every word is a worm egg

Nestling in your brain 

Bruising your soul 

With fits of knowledge 

Like a teem of maggots 

Eruptions of vomit

In the back of your throat 

Pour out of your mouth

Your ears, eyes

And nose.

Dead or alive.

"Most people die when they are 25 and get buried when they are 73." 

When I woke up, I realized I was dead. I didn't know i was living undeadly at the time but it was like I'd been mauled by a werewolf and had no personal knowledge of my necrophilous state. 

As its turns out it was an ordinary London bus which Killed me, not the ravenous fangs of a mythical beast.  This eventuality was true to my dream. Waited all my life to be run over by a bus then I go and get killed by two in one week. Is this the end? Well, I managed to begin it at least. 

Every word was a worm egg. 

Every word I thought or said.

Time for them to hatch and eat me

Now that I am gone and dead.

2016 

artwork: irina savina