21/30 Prompt: Write a Letter as an Insect Dearest Human, Can anyone love you as truly as I? I am not seduced by your external features. I do not seek cling to the shafts of your hair. I do not sup upon the oils your pores secrete. I do not long to suck your blood or fill your lungs with mucus. I want only to adore you from the inside out, To have a special place deep within the core of your body. I am your most faithful friend. After all, Who else worships the parts of you that you pretend dont even exist Because they are “dirty”, “impolite”, and “smelly”? Your duodenum was my birthplace, And the warm, snug loops of your intestines Cradled me as securely as any mothers arms. I grew quickly, a proud 150 micrometres, Moulting my skin twice To make room for the children I so longed to have. No longer an innocent larvae, I migrated with my companions to your ileum, Where we engaged in Bacchanalian orgies, Mating whilst ingesting your colonic contents. Sadly, all my lovers died, And I watched their lifeless husks get squeezed out of your guts Alongside your breakfast. Did you realize the families you were tearing apart As you casually sat upon the toilet? Did you know that you flushed away the bodies of our dead? Did it matter to you that we Who were soothed by the lullabies of your flatus, And raised in the fragrant gardens of your guts bacterial fermentation, Struggled to stay attached to your mucosa While you tested our loyalty with peristalsis? No matter, Dearest Human. I forgive you, Because it is my nature. After all, I am going to be a mother soon. I am now heavy with eggs – nearly 16,000 of them. Perhaps being gravid has made me even more tender towards you. I want to show you my little eggies, I want you to see my sweet babies, And so I am travelling through your colon, Towards your rectum. I am going as fast as I can, Sometimes, as fast as 14 centimetres an hour, Just so I can lay my children In the gentle rosebud of your anus. How delicate are those shy little wrinkles! How moist and dark is that place that smells of your most personal secrets! I cannot wait to wriggle my way out of your bum And paint your perineum with a slimy trail of my tiny eggs. Do you see how much I love you, how much I trust you? I am sharing with you the act of creation! Together, we will raise this new generation: For once I birth my progeny, I will entrust their care to you. I know that after all my tickling, You will scratch your crack To collect some of my eggies under your fingernails Just so you can share them with your friends. Youll make sure my legacy lives on By spreading my larvae-to-be On sheets, on clothes, in food, in pet fur... This, this is the meaning of love, Human. Together, we co-create. Can anyone love you as truly as I? - Enterobius Vermicularis
Posted on: Tue, 22 Apr 2014 04:04:32 +0000
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