Wilder Girls

And it’s long, could run maybe from the tip of my middle finger to my wrist. A parasite. It was inside me and I didn’t even know.

A violation, but a gift too. It let me find a reason for everything I felt, at Raxter, in Boston, and every day in between.

I don’t know until I see it, but then it moves. Glistening, thick like a muscle. Twitching softly and radiating heat. A worm

For a moment I’m back there in the dark, my life in my hands. There was no other way. It was kill or be killed. And it feels like tearing my own heart out of my chest the way I did Mr. Harker’s, but I say, “Nothing, I guess.”