A Collection of Words: Free verse poems

Worm

She is like leftover mashed potatoes.
Pale and lumpy.
Cold.
Her eyes dart back and forth when she spits her nasty words.
Her worm-like tongue writhing around in her mouth.
I want to cut out her tongue and put it on my hook.
Catch a big fish.
At least something good might come from her.

We go to leave and you sit.
Rooted.
Anchoring us to a place we no longer wish to be.
I am imprisoned here.
You somehow being the warden.
The bail has been set too high.

I know that Others have broken free.
I must follow the rules too much.
I'm too scared to fight.
To run for it.

I sit now.
Staring again at the warden's gaping mouth with the pink worm glaring at me.