Disease
_____________
The squirming,
swaying blades of grass
The darkest shade of green.
Upset my stomach.
Pull the worm out
of it's sanctum.

Writhing
overzealous serpent,
scales of glinting malice.
Sap my strength.
Steal the worm
from it's haven

The scalding
casually rolling magma,
glow of blood and brimstone.
Snatch my fever.
Hold the worm,
Caress,
Satisfy.


And of course, what poetry post of mine isn't complete without a lazy poem?

Lust
_________
Mirror
reflect the
Flesh.

Penned by my hand on the 6th of Miraman, in the year 262 AF.