worm eat us rotten

word filled mouth

high collar bones covered with sweat
powerful pumping arms spray preparation
rubber slicks and sticks like glue
running goo of the road
high collar bones covered with flesh
cream white skin stretched over
dence muscle bone

the corners of your mouth
the foul in between
can you feel
the words like worms
wiggling in your mouth
that eat my brain rotten
til the worms grow fat and warm their slick pink skin
with a wrap of ruber red connecting as one
one
one the number of fidelity
seprocity
and loneliness…

down from these fleshy sweat cover bones
was the collar
glance at these protruding bones
close your mind and bite your lip
like the image of the collar was
spewing lemon zest on the tongue
spin the zest on your tongue
around your mouth
over your teeth

down the hem of the collar
a worn out neck line
to the warm chalky chest
that when he lies filled with the earth's
metallic dirt air
whisp of dust
then like the waves of the ocean receded down
into the cold depth of the air that suspended him
by tiny pinches of flesh
because of no matter how independent he feels
the winds breast
wide and dry
he coddles from

from the chest to the pit
where earthy food never sits
gurgling in the guts
the rage, jealousy, and pain
make earthquakes tremble the earth
and volcanoes blast again and again

fiery blast that melt the stomach lining
so invisible
molten liquid of fears clogs the throat squeezing the fire up into the mouth
but somehow his stomach is cold
ice cold
face is melting and his eyes loose
focus
the bright marbles grow dull
lips blackened and burnt small flames bleed through the holes of teeth
like fiery lick the inferno tongues inside of his mountainous fleshy mouth
the foul smell grows stronger under pressure
the worms burn but do not cease eating

burrowing through flesh
like a cigarette through soft long marshmallow
bloody fingers pick at hot meat
scolding scales
heat digs canyons in frumpe tissue
burnes with tiny holes enough to send shivers down the back of a
trypophobiac

mustard and onions and pickles
the pit eats
empty
empty
empty
nothing in here
nothing over there
she make you feel real
in her head you're the everything's need
the vacant house after the mouths to feed
leave
the air suspend
that helps you breath

high collar bones
break in rage like child's chalk in small hands squeeze
gray empty room you sit and crawl
filled with cold screams empty dreams
ice cold tears clawing your cheek like the nails of white bears
a boy coddled by all his fears..