Last Exit for Worm Food

Fears like caverns in the distance

Spectral out there like beacons of inevitable failure

Knowing the shining light ahead

Is my last exit before the finality of empty

Wanting to sit idle, peddle in singularity

Resting on time as if all potential outcomes

Scrape the soul like hydrogen peroxide on a second grade skin-shredded shin

Where the administrator knows the benefits and the applicant is all regrets

Bellowing for another avenue, but the last stop is still good for you

Grilling on my shortened end why do I have to go through this again

Loneliness like a forest nest of a balding eagle up in a tree

Watching the understory go on without me

Wanting to stay up here out of fear

Doubt like a blanket comfortable and ragged

Cuddled up and dragged with me on this highway

Knowing the exit is coming up sideways

What if I call out into this night and hear silence despite

My tries with underbellies of desperation

Rising like worms in the rain, what will I see if I look down in the pain

Hundreds, thousands? of purple browned lines squirming for air

Out from the grime, somehow I don’t want to know what is buried

Just let me stay, just let me stay alone in this frayed stance

Wishing I could go back, wishing all of that was different, that kindness had listened

The first time, that fun had an upside that I ever felt the benefit of doubt

Instead of an elixir of rain drop turning my stomach like a puppet inside out

Bent with my mouth in my ass trying to speak but some how she laughs

So distorted for trying as if God only gave beautiful people options

Voices worth hearing and a box you could get out from

Shudder in height wanting to grow taller in the night time

Like a princess with a pea, if only the obstruction could be removed

Progress would continue to its original intended outcome

Of towering and showering the world with the same words from a revived perspective

All the crowds would gather to hear as if simple stature could clear

Out doubt like a cleansing flood with the length to rise my head above

The suffocation of Earth, this worm could rise and breath and find

Shelter and not a concrete reverb heating the insides in inescapable solitary contact