– tony.espino –

a human. for now.

10.16 | october

chronicle of an unreliable voice

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These noodles have no idea what’s happening to them. I just go on destroying them with my mouth. It’s like I don’t even care. Complete indifference. They hate that about me.

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The Worm was sitting in Someone’s hand. This someone was staring into The Worm. This Someone spoke.
“Where are they?”
Even though The Worm sat motionless it remained uncooperative. Someone recited a prayer asking for the angels to appear. Nothing appeared in The Worm. Someone gazed twenty minutes more before growing agitated.
“Why won’t you show them to me?”
The Worm wrapped itself around Someone’s finger.
“I can grant you this gift of second sight.”
“Thank you. I’ve waited long enough.”
“Consume me whole, and this gift I shall bestow.”
“To hell with your devilish ways. Be gone evil spirits!”
Someone threw The Worm into a bush. The Worm dangled on a leaf and stared into the night sky fantasizing about one day reaching its destination. It imagined the fun it would have crawling around through the ventricles, hugging the pulmonary valve, squeezing into the aorta for a long midday nap. The joy of the human heart brought a smile to The Worm’s face.
“Home,” it said aloud.

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