Earthworm

I bury my thoughts alive
Let them scratch and bite at the coffins I’ve set them in
Wooden splinters collect under their nails
The beds they lie in are broken
Filled with the rotten stench of mildew and blood
Deep dark earth encases them as they wither
Pushed down so low they touch magma

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