The worm spins and coils
in her abdomen, seeking her life’s thread.
It pressures relentlessly
allowing no surcease,
crazed by It’s own life.
The wormholes rearrange inner pain
into unexplained paths of dread.
The worm's mood aggravated,
It sizzles with gas
and crackles with glee.
The worm crawls into crannies
in her abdomen, seeking to suck her dead.
Its designs are ominous,
It’s resistance, ferocious,
It’s power, frightening.

The worm coils and spins…

Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
© Copyright 6/19/04