Survival - Writing Challenge Piece

I crawled from the sea.

I breathe water, and now, air.

There is something I love.  Crackling leaves signal my arrival.  A flimsy canvas thing stands between us.  It is held it place by branches that bend, but do not break; something like your bones.

My body is filled with worms.  They populate my saliva.  They wriggle in my brain.  They seek something you have; warmth and marrow.  I am cold as the depths of the black and sleepless deep.  They long ago drained my bones of their jelly.

My eyes are milky marbles, swiveling obscenely over the land.  I process the trees, the soil and the debris littering the ground.  Everything dies.  Everything decomposes.  The worms will have us all.


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This is a piece for a writing challenge where we exchange prompts.

For the Scriptic prompt exchange this week, Wendryn gave me this prompt: Survival of the fittest. 

I gave Diane this prompt: A very small brain.


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