I'M Your Heartworm

I lust for sightless soil navigate between rock and root eating so much darkness inhaling so much darkness. The only sound ... my sticky body. Moving the reddened earth. Back and forth breaking, into smaller pieces. Others doing much the same... (ghost ships-gliding over crimson waves). For me, to breech the surface is to gather eyes. See the blossoms that I've oxygenated then promptly set afire. It's a miracle, I've found yet another petal soul to devour. Climbed its jewel encrusted face. Cleverly burrowed my way in. Seduced an ember deep within its carapace. While you were gently sighing out angels, I was licking you into pieces. My banner carries no oxygen, only the soil of past conquests. I'm your heartworm, your sticky rosary of death.