The worm licked the page
and slithered away.
The dusty aroma of ancient ink
of stale pages
assaulted my nostrils-
almost choked my memories.
But desirous i grew
with each draught
of words i gulped in.
The pages were up in flames
the world inflamed.
A curious stench of burnt flesh
and singed sleeves
began to ensconce the world........
yet it was not burnt-
the world i mean.
The worm appeared again
This time it licked it clean-
the word "desire".
