Curled up at first,
It unfurls.
It sends feelers,
feathery probes
that dip into the black mud.
It is something that wriggles
Soft, flesh body
And Sightless,
that blindly thrashes
Rolling itself in the ooze.
It is something that feeds.
Rows upon rows
of sharp teeth
It latches on tight
Sinking into your bones.
It is something that poisons.
White hot blood flows
Feel it scald,
Pouring out of it,
Its nest in your open wounds.
It is something that consumes
Hearts, minds alike
Festering.
Gnawing at patience
Feasting on fresh blood.
