Consume i.

He waved and whistled and waved and wittled the beast until there was no more resistance against his fingers and his toes, he dug fingers into coffin soft flesh, toenails gripped long fibrous hairs left sticky

blue residue upon every near surface he

felt heartbeat rang mixed the sound of laborous tepid breathing screamed

he climbed and climbed to find the beast’s head but finding nothing nothing endless stinking hairs like anchored ropes endlessly extending outward clung to flesh for direction for purpose in the forest of dripping stinking hair

Pig insects clicked and spat they burrow through the meat around he climbs and climbs, rotten chunks they’ve chewed dangle from tiny spiral mouths filled with tiny blood stained teeth. Tiny fingers tiny claws on all six arms or legs they wave as rolling careening through trailing hairs and furrows of meat they collide with him, break his climb with all their strength

Light comes from above somewhere behind, below, above

?

the heartbeat echoes endlessly as his progress stops, unsure uncertain still breathing hard, choking on stagnant thick air that moves in no direction at all

the fleas pigs keep coming and he clings to flesh, lets his fingers then his arms, falls to his knees begins to sink, into soft red purple meat relieved he pushed, further in

wading slowly reaches his chin, takes a breath of rancid air

dives in theres nothing to see through the flesh caves behind him and murky currents draw him suck him deeper in