My skin wrinkles and stretches. It burns and creaks as the world breathes onto me.
I disgust those like you.
I writhe on my belly and flop on the ground.
I am lost and weak.
My enemies intend to consume me,
Nature intends to reclaim me,
And my own destiny intends to lead me to death.
If you hadn’t taken pity on me,
This kind soil would not have saved me.
I am merely a worm squirming in the sunlight.