earthworm person
of dirt, mush and decay
under feet, burrowing down
where i can't be perceived
writhing around, too deep
to see the daylight.
leaving this place
of toast crumbs
and tea stained sheets
would unearth me
to beaks and talons,
so i play my dad's records
through screaming speakers,
burst my ears and give way
to the worldly waters
clogging my brain. wave after wave
freezing as the winter sets in
through thin single-glazing
suspending me here
fossilised and safe.
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