The worm buried in his head stares back at me. Or his macaroni air tube does. Wiggles around. Breathes me in. Hello. Under the hair Cooper’s scalp is red and inflamed.
I ask Cooper how the worm can survive under there. Though I already know the answer, that this worm is eating bits of Cooper. Eating up the fleshly pulp outside his skull.
If the worm stays there long enough it will be more Cooper than anything else. read more at theboilerjournal.com
Monique McIntosh 