too little too late

not enough words to relate

learned to speak too late

body moves against Worm's will, on its own, muttering gibberish again, shaky hands a child with no mind, eyes see only blurry shadows blinded, her angry flames

I see you are still a worm, my friend, my lover. Worms don't live very long do they? I'm pretty sure they don't! Bless your heart. If I knew you were a worm I never would have brought you along. Ten years gone I'll step on your little wormy toes again, I don't even have to look! scum

Piss poor worm, don't speak with such hate

you learned too little too late