Eels Within

Eels writhe wildy, where my intestines once lived. Hissing vile creatures. Of a muted hue to match the dark place that birthed them. They knot inside my navel, thrashing, coiling, churning. Their snake dance conjuring forth a sentiment of despair, lost hope and melancholy. Serpentine blackness, swishing embryonic.

The sullied tips of fingernails, claw at outside skin, yet fail to penetrate and pierce. Merely drawing heated red welts across my abdomen. Helpless to stop the scaly maelstrom as eel dances atop eel, within.


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