The Fermenter

Things were beginning to knot up down there

until they became sedentary

and therefore lethal

The apathy was beginning to take hold

with its deep rooted vines winding and winding through the insides

staking claim on things that didn't belong to him

Like clockwork

came the covetous pair

crawling inward

tip toeing and pinching me

Stitching one by one the branches of the sound

and the fury

Until they made a mockery of my upside

and I wanted to scream about the nature of my accuracy

and that I deserved it all

and that I always got what I wanted

when I wanted it

unless it was someone else's