Into the Void

Chubby pink worms wriggle and writhe,

squeezing their way into the dark crevice.

God did not bless them with eyes.

They are not judgmental,

But indiscriminately seek out their desires.

Pushing into the warm dark places, they can always find what pleases them.

Each day a new adventure; but their desires change hour to hour, minute to minute.

They itch and tingle, waiting for the dark where all the world’s mysteries lie in wait to be discovered.

Sliding, slithering, over and under, around and behind, they make their blind way; seeking out one object, one fulfillment.

Time stands still, so they take advantage.

Enjoying every inch, every movement, every touch; they slide their skin around one creature after another; creatures hiding in the dark from much bigger animals.

They have no fear, but can feel it emanating from the salty forms they rub and ride.

Deeper and deeper they delve seeking out their latest desire.

Moving through something sticky, thick, they push forward, downward, ignoring the feeling on their skin and how it dulls their senses.

One of them brushes against their prey.

It shifts.

It moves slightly and they pounce upon it like a tigress upon a gazelle.

Suffocating it in their grasp, coiling around it like a snake; they tug and pull, fighting to bring it to the surface.

It holds on, it sticks itself in a small hole and refuses to budge, refuses to be moved, but they are stronger.

Together they bring their prey out of the dark; into the blinding white emptiness.

Its face lights up and it screams.