Davey Ontheroadagain

Not Me and the Worm

Chapter 1: The Worm The Worm lives in all of us, never dormant, always ready, coiled like a spring. He bides his time and chooses his moment; sometimes it's a minor incident, a cup dropped, a bill missed, a word misconstrued. Sometimes he unwinds slowly, building the discomfort, the unease, carving into self-confidence and self-belief over days, months, years with a steady inevitability. Sometimes he strikes suddenly, biting the stomach, the head, the limbs, leaving his victim shaken, broken, small. And sometimes he just stays asleep.