in my mind, i have this can of worms and they're multiplying. the worms that is and the lid looks like it's about to give way to their freedom. that freedom is a dangerous idea. and that idea is the forbidden truth that should lye in the black hole of anyone's subconscious. it states that my sister was lousy. she was always trying to save me but, instead made matters worse. it's like she wanted to be strong enough for us both and be the model elder sister, but no matter how much she wished to fit the shoes, they were just too big. she just wasn't strong enough. i saw her weakness, it became mine and, in the end, i got raped. by the worms that is and the truth, they so grimly and sincerely symbolize.

i embarrassingly have others cans of worse worms in that dark place that i call my human mind. you have them too actually. i'm curious, when they come at you, how do they make you feel? the worms that is.