The worm who smothered the world

[grey helm]

Smother me gently she screamed
as all 33 three eyes gazed in vouyeristic delight
the king took a case of bromide
and slowly drained a libedo dry or want.
she squirmed seven legged across a mattres that became a sea
she longed like hydra formed autistic obsession
one minute ago she was thin she was unable to speak she had a mindless blinding trajectory for no where.
she was indeed prolonged the agony of been a man
she was senile
down into her staircase climed a man in a night gown
carrying a bookself and the old kings crown.
the worm moved after centuries asleep
he brought with him from one world to another something green
a tree perhaps
and five flees
she drained a glass clean and smashed fragments of a brain into her head
she thanked him in her sea of sleepy hurt
he smothered her gently the very next day.

[Jeb]

Wild, grey helm, wild! Monstrous yet... something else there too. It's dark like many of your poems, but I see a ray of hope in this one that I seemed to miss in some of your other work. Cool!