• Vol. 08
  • Chapter 07

When the worm turned

is it nightmare all along
lost in every wriggle and turn
thoughts break free the reins are gone
the created monster rises to spurn
your outstretched hands your stripped strength
panic in the friend who watches on
knowing there is no wavelength
to block out what you summon
the moon dead waifs who haunt
the broken landscape the worm is out
gaze fixed, wide eyed, and gaunt
now certainty is doubt