Imgormiel
Part of the furniture
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Stomach
Drip. Drip. Blood.
Drip. Drip. Blood.
As I swim around here in the hallowed walls of your stomach.
I am the small entity that from birth eats from within.
My sisters and brothers were once in here but I ate them.
Now, I am waiting for you to swim by your next meal so I can feel sated.
Eating away at the tissue.
I am the acid that causes you pain.
When you writhe with discomfort.
Know that I am the ripped flesh from the inside causing you to move.
Floating around on a small boat with a calm midday sunny sea.
I am the disturbed person dreaming of earth mother.
As you swim by me feeding my fear.
Your hunger is the cancer.
The voice.
The terror of which all life flows.
Two conflicting needs equal the same answer.
As the Gnats hover over, never stopping.
Like life – Always on the move.
Drip. Drip. Blood.
Drip. Drip. Blood.