Termites Hollow

every word she said

lured me into surrounding

my fingers around her throat

now I roll along

with her severed head

her design is fit only

for a creature as foul as

every word she said

was like feeding

paint chips to an infant

her coil was comforting

with black blood and a frozen touch

hopefully the hordes of worms

will take the rest of her away

as I roll along

with her severed head