low-earth cholesterol

2/6/18 4:04 AM

There is a worm
Buried deep in my arteries
It wriggles
And claws into walls
Blocks flow better than any burger
And whenever I hear her name
Or the countless metaphors I gave it
The worm will do a death roll
It eats smaller worms
Or they just die
I can’t tell what the worms name is
Some days I think
Between crushed cans and ash
That the worm is just lazy
And any half baked night crawler
Will feed it just fine
But I know what it means to be ravenous
And to starve
A smarter Neanderthal
Pulled the worm out
And went fishing with it instead