8/10/2017

Worms in the Book

You know I stopped reading...
It felt like hands creep up,
From the pages...
Of any book...
Laughing at me...
A mean laugh...
And then,
The words dissipate.

They move towards the margin,
Slowly,
And collide at the centre,
Rashly.

I close the book.
Firmly down.

"Where's yours?" they'd say.
Where are mine?
Perhaps,
The worms chewed upon them.
Perhaps,
They turned into one.

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