The guts,

Slithered,

Roughly,

Along the wall,

Down the hall,

And into the mouth.

It sat there,

Tongue coiled,

Teeth stained,

And took up the hallway.

The parents long ago,

Something red and flowing,

The child,

Asleep,

Deeply,

Deadly unknowing.

A slow crawl,

A pink worm,

Serrated,

Slimed,

But cool to the touch,

It crawls along,

And then—

Rises up over,

And caresses,

Gently,

The skin of a boy.

A sliding breath,

Escape his lips,

A slight motion,

As it wraps around his hips,

He doesn’t notice,

Doesn’t care—

Sleeping,

He is there,

Dragged along,

By floor—

Only to wake up for a second,

Scream—

Bleed,

Chewed—

Then silenced,

Evermore.

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Special thanks to: Collin Pearman. 

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