A Woman in Pain
With unformidable cause, she is seeking placid whimpers within your skin. Sunken deep of gathered entrails, and gliding on warm and productive blood through your heart, she takes what is left of your slough, and hides it deep within your gut until you bloat in agony.
You can no longer walk because she is burrowing between your hip bones leaving bruises and splatter so painful on your insides that you burst. Your stomach explodes while you attempt fetal escape, wrapped up like a pill bug, your guts punch down your throat. Expecting milk, suck down wet sticky tubes of yourself. An eternal cycle, soul to escape and rebirth commences on the back of she.