A black pen, a worm chewing through

wood, waiting for flesh.

Crunching its way through shadow.

Candle wax on skin

setting hard in its way.

A flick of the wrist

and the ink scratch stains.

Trying to find a way

to communicate with vision.

Spew out, eat up, digest, reset.

Calculating the way with mind

set to epip...

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