fine, i think i'll let the worm go.
tonight will be the night that, as we
pick away our tiny scabs, all my
semen shall dry. i'll forget my
desire and rest upon the need of
no other.
let adrift on grey mountains
far above, covered in snow and littered
with signs of life escaping. an old
boot covers the foot of a body buried
below dirty ice: piss escaping from the
stiffened body as muscles contract
and refuse to let go.
my hand, placed upon the sparkling surface,
freezes.
my hand now fused with the exact nature
of a furitless tree.
only then do i hear the buzzing,
the earth shaking, a product
of the teeth eating towards.
before i can turn my attention
to the mouth's expansion,
i am devoured whole. a rabbit
hidden underneath the pretty snow.
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