II. Tear Her Soul Out.

Image credit— Qwufua Environment library.

As she goes to sleep,

Her soul is burning,

Coolness is the worm,

The worm suckling out warmth,

Releasing her sulphur,

Decomposing faster,

To dry out into a carcass,

But body is full of worms,

Devouring insides in sworms,

Swords, wands, razorblades like pain,

Swallowed randomly,

It’s a fear I can’t express the dread,

Like slicing your eye ball with a blade,

Like sticking pins through a man’s testicles,

Like tearing her soul out.

That’s how far she tried,

Tried to pull out, to light;

The Nocturnal Worms,

From her body,

She failed, and failed,

Now forever in her eternal sleep.

Published by Dr. Qwufua Broomstick.

Writer,Researcher,Artist, love diversity, Conjurer.

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