Sure, there were hints, the whispers and rambling
That’s when I felt the electricity rise through my chakras until I could taste the acrid
A worm with wings was her allure, it was clear that she sensed it
The lunar pull, I dragged her into my orbit
Initially I was taken aback by the pristine and curious pixie
But it never takes long before they start to dig where they don’t belong
Exhuming old habits, shifting through festering heaps
And that is when she first saw it
In her sound mind she simply called it eccentrics
By then she was in thrall to my bedlam
Poor creature, she was bewildered and ignorant to the rising water
Soon to be neck deep in mummified mistakes
where bog bodies float
disposed of like excrement or some pulpy miscarriage
I could have told her to swim but why exhaust the exertion
This is my disruptive shift and we must all adapt to transformation
Softly I tell her to let go, to bask naked and eviscerated
Soon those old roots will take to the muck of amniotic sludge
Yes, there was once a time where I too had been blissfully naïve
And now I watch her drown as another worm is born
John Putignano 