THE WORM IN MY HEAD

THE WORM IN MY HEAD

The worm in my head never died
as it slowly decomposed
eating me alive to survive
in early life, gnawing on my
social weakness...
....anxiety in general society
consuming a hazy glaze
Zooming in when entering a room.
Doom.
I felt dizzy in the book store.
I had saved up money to buy
a writer's market book for that year.
I wanted to send out submissions
of my short stories.
(and I did) ...(Not a complete loss.)
I found what I needed.
And I found out that the cashier
was this pretty red haired girl
who I had already met.
She was a friend of my brother Alex
She was at our place drinking with
us and friends a few nights before
She had given me a rubber monster
finger puppet-We played
And again there she was
----I said nothing---
---Fucking Ass Burger---
The worms feast fiercely
upon the decaying Ass Burgers.
Since then the worm has broken
free with only one crack in the skull egg
Butterflies and Death moths surround
What will never be....