I am the worm struggling to break the surface to safety
you are the child with prying fingers pulling and tugging in all directions
you refuse to let me reach the comfort and safety of home
i struggle endlessly
you pull with more force
each touch of your hands sends pricks and pains throughout my body
each pull of your hands makes me shriek with agony that your covered ears do not hear
suddenly amongst our game of tug and war i break
as blood and guts fly i watch you fling the part of me you won to hide against the weeds
your useless trophy
barely but thankfully you did not snatch all five of my hearts
with one working perfectly and one ripped in half i break the grounds surface and plum it into the earth
safety
but even the comfort of home does not make the recover easy
i endure pain unheard of but the on and a half heart you left to me eventually does grow strong
thankfully your prying fingers only left behind a gaping scar
forgive me if i do not squirm about the surface around you
i only wish to keep myself intact.
