Worms
By Aarin Oyedeji
Inside all of my feelings ravel and unravel in an endless cycle.
Repeatedly going above and under the inside of my flesh, cutting deeper each time.
When I open my mouth the words yearn to slip off my tongue, yet are quickly timid,
frozen still.
Rather what floods out of me are elongated and flattened, speaking with the wiggles
of their bodies.
As I twist and turn my own limbs, flailing in fear. All that comes out of my mouth are
worms, as many as I wished.
What a dirty thing that nearly escaped me.