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The Worm Poem Sequel

She was in love 
Their expression of it 
Was the perfection of it 
The way they shared 
What they had 
Was beyond compare
Today is the next step
Towards their future
Today they bought a house 
Her heart sings 
Then the phone rings 

At the hospital 
Next to her dead husband 
An accident at work 
Why did this happen 
Grief stricken
And heartbroken 
She had no piece of him 
No strength to go through the motions
Nothing left to give 
No reason to live 
Now that he was gone 
She lost her way 
And couldn’t march on 

She hasn’t seen family or friends
Her mind is out of reasons
She is dead inside
Alone in her empty home
A sanctuary for her to hide
From the world 
From her pain 
From her loss
From her pity and shame 
She longs to join her husband 
But he wouldn’t want her to 
She can only scream 
She can only scream 

One night while she was sleeping 
She awaked to a unfamiliar sound
That of a baby crying
She wondered if she was dreaming 
She walked to the empty room  
That would have been his office
She slowly opened the door  
In the middle of the floor 
Was a baby on its back 
She stepped in to the room 
And went to pick up the child 
Its flesh shimmered and disappeared
And she pulled up a handful of worms 

She woke up in the empty room 
Passed it all off as a dream 
Brought on by the grief 
She went about her day 
She goes through their photo album 
Thinks of all the things 
She wanted to say
Thinks of all the love he gave
All the plans they made 
His handsome face 
Everything taken from her 
She thinks again about dying 
Then she hears the baby crying 

So many thoughts ran through her head 
Instinctively she knew this baby was dead 
But the fear from the night before 
Wasn’t there as she walked through the door 
She didn’t know what else to do 
So she went to pick him up again 
This time his body held form 
She spoke softly to him 
Promised it would be alright 
The baby stopped crying 
She knew she wasn’t lying 
Even if she had gone mad 
She felt a little less sad  

For three months she was a mother
She tried to feed him 
She bought him toys to play with 
She clothed and changed him 
Sang childhood songs 
Held him all night long 
She read books to him 
She worried about his future 
She cared and nurtured 
Bathed him in the mornings 
Brushed his hair just right 
Even on the days she couldn’t touch him 
She did as much as she could for him 

 It was the first day of spring 
The first full sun she had seen 
She decided to go on a picnic 
Packed a single lunch 
She picked up the baby 
And took him outside 
Set him on a blanket with toys
She enjoyed her meal 
Then they both played 
The perfect sunny day 
The baby was happy 
She felt almost as good as before 
More then she dared hope for 

She stood up and started to pack up 
Movement caught her eye 
A form running from the trees 
Headed straight for the baby 
She moved as fast as she could 
Too slow to stop the attack 
But she managed to kick it back 
The baby had shimmered and lost form 
Reverted into a pile worms
Her heart sank and skipped a beat  
Before she could do anything 
The creature moved back in 
She finally got a good look at it 
It was a coyote with silver fur 
The light around it glowed 
“It is unnatural and must die 
So his spirit can cross to the other side” 
She was shocked to hear it talked 
She still managed to reply despite her fear 
“He deserved to live and find love 
To know the happiness I could give him 
But you killed him for no reason”
The coyote circled them 
Eyeing them with hunger 
Slowly bringing himself closer 
She prepared herself to fight 

“His spirit is still here”
Then the coyote sat down 
Stared into her eyes and soul 
“Time is short if you want to save him 
So be quite and listen 
There will be a price I charge 
It will be quite large 
That we will discuss later 
If you accept my offer 
You must do also do everything I say 
Without hesitation or questions
It will not be easy 
But I’ll help you try to save your baby”

Tears streamed down her face 
She felt out of time and space 
“Yes anything, anything to save him”
The coyote sniffed the pile of worms 
“His soul is attached to these
You must put them inside your womb 
And we will try to give him a new body”
She didn’t know why she believe the coyote 
But she did as he said 
She took the worms and put them in her womb 
The coyote started to lick her belly 
Stopping only to howl or growl 
And her belly grew and grew

Pain spread through her body and soul 
It was almost too much for her to control 
But she could feel David his name was David
She could feel him inside her 
The coyote was glowing so bright 
She didn’t even notice it was already night 
She had a moment where she knew 
She was going to die nothing she could do 
But David would survive 
“Promise me you will protect him 
I will pay you back on the other side”
Then her belly ripped open 
Dead worms littered the area 
Once last scream and then she died 
But David was there to cry 

There is a certain kind of death 
Waiting, for some of us 


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  1. Date: 5/26/2015 6:05:00 PM

    Dares to go
  1. Date: 5/26/2015 6:04:00 PM

    like i said, Gone where no man has gone before. :) SKAT
  1. Date: 4/26/2015 4:06:00 AM

    Oh this is melodramatic, dreary and heartbreaking an epic but atleast it is just yor super imagination. Your narrative skill and rhyming is what's to be appreciated here for it is splendid! Pls do review my latest poem too.
  1. Date: 3/27/2015 8:09:00 AM

    Gosh that was quite a read. Kept me going though, right to its grisly end.
  1. Date: 3/18/2015 1:27:00 PM

  1. Date: 3/6/2015 7:52:00 PM

    Where their worm never dies and their fire is never quenched...Isaiah 66:24...Awesome
  1. Date: 3/3/2015 11:10:00 AM

    What an epic! Thank you for sharing and thank you for my place in your epic contest, Nathan. bfn Elane
  1. Date: 3/2/2015 6:37:00 PM

    Dark, riveting disturbia. No doubt you have your own niche and mastered your craft. You had me staring at the screen long after the story ended. Kim
  1. Date: 3/1/2015 7:08:00 PM

    I got lost about half way through..You gave it good emotion and a good plot then you lost me..Thanks for dropping by..Sara
  1. Date: 3/1/2015 6:33:00 PM

    Nathan my LOVE:)I'm totally impressed. Still, this makes me sad. For a second there, I thought you were going to give her a better ending on this sequel. Why Not. LOL, didn't she suffer enough on the first WORM poem. Which is my FAVORITE poem compared to all others I favorite! Can you give her an unsullied name? Something like Nurse Betty or Linda. ;) I like how you gave the wolf a voice in this poem, it gave me the creeps. Now why would she listen to him? I suppose it serves her right. I guess when you are in so much pain and desperate --anything is possible. Like stuffing the womb with live nasty, gross, worms. A perfect poem, The Perfect Poet. Love yours truly LINDA
  1. Date: 3/1/2015 12:42:00 PM

    You tell this story with such stark reality that it soon attaches itself to our reality and we take partial ownership of the emotions poured forth. Very well done! Emile. #7
  1. Date: 3/1/2015 9:45:00 AM

    People write a lifetime and never create something as powerful as this one. Bravo!
  1. Date: 3/1/2015 7:18:00 AM

    Nathan, now that is an epic poem, what a story, I was hooked from the first word, you have an incredible imagination and thanks for visiting my poem, oh the grief ...
  1. Date: 3/1/2015 6:25:00 AM

    Very interesting was riviting....I will have to read it again later.