Termites Hollow - Grade

Every word she said lured me into surrounding

My fingers around her throat

Now I roll along with her severed head

Her design is fit only for a creature

As foul as every word she said

Was like feeding paint chips to an infant

Her coil was comforting with black blood

And a frozen touch

Hopefully the hordes of worms

Will take the rest of her away

As I roll along with her severed head