Like an ancient curse

I can feel you

Rising up through my bedrock

But I am not haunted

No, I am driven

By this eldritch sensation

Beneath my skin

You do something inimitable

And unprecedented

Your fingers dig leagues

Without ever touching me

Set up shop, don't fucking stop

Now drop

Subterranean urges

Uproot me

I fucking surrender

So devour my composure

The organic matter of my earth

You are my executioner