Description: *Sensitive and/or Religious readers PLEASE skip this poem!*
I think when the time comes (WAY in the future, I hope) that my body is too worn out to go on without heroic and/or devastating means, I MAY CHOOSE to end my life.
THE WORM METHOD -------------------------------------------
no denying it
worms do a great, thorough job.
when the time comes
i may imbibe.
hungry and opportunistic little fuckers, they are.
worms are gathering on my legs
i can't stop the frenzy
these unapologising flesh comsumers
teeming and multiplying
like their feely little brains command
strong and thrusting insistently
like their teeny brains demand.
flailing. grabbing out...
This was pretty weird. I'm kinda confused. But interested. I don't see what this has to do with taking your own life, though.
"like their feely little brains command strong and thrusting insistently like their teeny brains demand."
From a poetic standpoint, those lines were kind of grating. "brains command" and "brains demand" in particular. Consider using a different word for brains, or just a different line all together. It just sounds off.
I'm not religious and I'm not sensitive so I felt it was safe to read your poem! Having read it, I don't see any link to religion and I don't see anything that would offend a sensitive nature either, except perhaps an expletive near the start...if someone liked worms, they may not like them being called opportunistic little [censored]ers lmao...that was very funny!
I guess this is about dying and being eaten away by worms, what on earth made you think of that?
From a physchotheraputic point of view, it seemed like the person writing this poetry could be someone who is sick to death of people taking whatever they like, whenever they like and giving nothing in return.
Submission Name: THE WORM METHOD
