The worm-thing leapt and clamped onto my throat.
Its yard-long body thrashed in the dark.
They’ve said it’s just another of my delusions, but you have to believe me.
The nanny, the one who used to recite her eerie poems, once took me for a walk.
She led me into a shed.
She told me she wanted to introduce me to a friend
she’d found again after years of searching.
The windows were dark, and the inside smelt of old meat.
I wondered what kind of friend could live there.
Since that day, I’ve had trouble keeping memory separate from imagination.
Now they’ve committed me.
But I tell you, that thing took a part of my mind.
I could feel it laughing at me, at all of us.
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