The Creature

You enter through the mouth
Which sometimes whispers
And sometimes groans in pain
As you force it open.

The throat is a strange thing
With many more mouths
All with different voices
Some more reluctant than others.

This monster has many eyes
Which look out curiously
To where the growling beasts roam
Sprinting swiftly past.

It’s stomach gurgles sometimes
Water running through its bowels.
Perhaps it’s hungry.
I wonder what they feed it.

Strange how it lets the two-legged ones
Lead their lives in its body.
The young ones run on its insides
Making its bones creak painfully.

Maybe it’s waiting for them to ripen?
And then it’ll finally get its reward
For being beaten and abused
And eat them whole.


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