no new world

what happened to me?

it took a month

and i wormed my way into your heart;

the hungry caterpillar

nibbling at the strings.

will i still remember your face?

sometimes it looked like you were melting

into the earth’s core like slime

slipped through my hands, away.

will i still remember your clothes?

daydream dungarees

in the heat of the sixth floor

but you were ice down my throat.

paused evolution

rotting wings

some tenants don’t realise they’ve let in termites

until they’re whispering silk advice into rough ears.