It’s writhing deep beneath her skin,
A wretched thing she strains to hide.
I need to know what lies within.
A forked tongue behind her grin,
Devours all I dare confide.
It’s writhing deep beneath her skin.
And soon the beast’s beneath my ribs,
It’s eaten through all of my hide.
I need to know what lies within.
Her mint mirage is paper thin,
She’s tried to leave the wyrm behind.
It’s writhing deep beneath her skin.
Despite her prayer and desperate hymns,
The creature’s now inside her eyes.
I need to know what lies within.
I’ll see it overflow her brim,
Terrified of what I may find.
It’s writhing deep beneath her skin,
I need to know what lies within.
(This was my first villanelle)