Worms writhe blindly through cracks,
caressing skin once warm with life--
Now cold and grey--
Appetizing to none but the ghouls.
They slowly grind their teeth,
in anticipation of the fresh--
sinews ripping under pressure;
muscles surrendering to sharklike jaws.
Older than life itself--
a race living alongside man,
singing the praises of Ancient Ones,
they feed on the flesh of us
Copyright 1998 Tracy Ambuehl
First Online Appearance: The Innsmouth Archive
First Print Appearance: Cthulhu Cultus #11
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