Mother of the Worms

by michaelcahill

Mother of the Worms

A shell of encrusted gore
of unknown origin or substance photo cocoon5_zpsyccpqchp.jpg

organic, by the stench at least
the texture was that of tissue
and masticated organs
a liver, perhaps
a heart, most certainly photo cocoon4_zps2oagrjhf.jpg

parts meant to be inside a body
fused together by
an unknown adhesive

entrapping me within

I could breathe, see, yes
hear, unknown, but likely
I could smell with a horrid certainty
I could feel by touch
with a grotesque crawling reality

trapped, confined,

imprisoned … could there be any doubt

but by who or clearly, by what
a conscious, carnivorous castigator
or a mindless minion minding … me

what?
dinner
a pet
a toy,
something to torture
that appeared well underway
by my reckoning

=====THE NIGHT BEFORE=====

as I recall I slipped in sweetly
covers drawn so cozy neatly
though name unknown
my mate seemed sweetly
acquiescent to my plan
and most discreetly game
for journeys of a carnal yearning
veiled by nights’ smooth shawl
securing all in secret
names not told
no rules
no truths
or sad tales unfold
the pill was blue
his hair was too photo bluehair1_zpsp1whkjei.jpg

in such a state I’d let him
     do
   and
  he did
   do

=====BACK TO THE PRESENT=====

alas I find myself at odds
with freedom lost and pride
I’ll glad eschew .

“Oh help me God, please Jesus get me through!”

=====THE DOCTOR TRIES TO SAVE HER=====

Ms. Wormswarm please don’t move;
I need silence for this knife
is gingerly in my grip
you don’t want to slip, so keep
whatever question you have on your lip
you likely will expire I’m sad to say
it’s your last day
whatever did this to you
went away

these photographs are telling
what a night
then lo this beauty turned
into a fright

but to your credit
you kept at it heavy hard
I point you out
rightthere
hoisted
high atop your own petard

I’m guessing by your
glassy-eyed blank stare
though looking fit
you were not quite aware

you realize your spawn
will doom the world
but you just had
to have another night

with your skirt unfurled

knife
to mucus membrane hemorrhaging and spurting
viscous liquid sure not human or of Earth
all around are melting from this
amniotic acid burning fluid

THE DOCTOR AND HIS ASSISTANTS ARE CONSUMED

as twin demons
slither from the sack that once confined you snug
no arms nor legs nor head this creature slithers like a slug
the stench just indescribable, the site ungodly dire
something sick compels you now to lick up all the mire
you lick and suck and vacuum clean the gooey glist’ning gel
and wish you had more pleasant dreams
like screams and shrieks in hell

slowly surely limb by limb
freedom finds a way your free now
from your bond
and straight to
eating you commence
each morsel stinking fowl
and slithering hot it wiggles down
your throat and then your stomach first
protrudes
and then all of you
begins to swell and bloat.

you watch although you wish
that death would take your life away
as one by one these fibrous creatures
burrow out to play
in all they number hundreds--thgusands
and they grow and grow and grow

love envelops every cell within you now
and through the door you take
this army to the town
and they consume the populace all people
that they find. each person
spawns a thousand more and then the march
goes on

by two days hence
the Earth is left to total rule
by these foul spawn

brrrrrnnnng the clock bell loudly sounds
and you wake with quite a start
could all of this been born of dreaming
quicker beats your heart
you rush up to the bedroom window
hoping normal you'll see there
oh my, you think, I dreamed last night
but woke to this nightmare