A creature/entity that is sustained by the consumption of a life force.
I lay here, within her, in my creator. Feeding on her insides, they crushed into me, ever so gently; I thrust her walls outwards. It stretches. Uncluttered, I tilt within her. I experienced the world as she did, an outcast everywhere she went. Bystanders would whisper, her fifth husband, yeah, the one from the Kamoga family, he is missing like the ones before him. They speculate about her children; she is with child again. Have you ever seen any of the others? Questions bloom as she makes it down the aisle. I lay there, in her waters, my nursery. The looping voices point to this creature engulfing me, as a mother.
Her voice was sweet. It was when she addressed me, caressing her belly, she would sing, I pray you are not my last, I am sorry this is how it’s always been. Missing husbands, missing children. Am I a monster? That’s what they say. How could they understand? So, she sang to me throughout the days, and within her I lay, feeding off her body.
The doctor said everything looks good, and I will soon come out, that’s what I overheard, shaking off any sleep.
I lived within her, and all her memories, unearthing from her was the last thing I wanted. The matter couldn't be helped. My body flowed towards the opening; thick, hairy hands caught onto me, pulling me into the light. A blow to my buttocks, all I could do was wail. The same thick, hairy hands sent us home, and I didn’t want to be alone with her. I knew what was next. I cried close to rib cage rupture night after night, but they deemed us healthy; they sent us packing.
She could not wait to get us home. I felt her saliva dripping onto my face. We didn’t take the usual route; we detoured into a cave shielded by gigantic trees. I wept and moaned, not a soul moved, but the trees shivered and shrieked as Mother floated through them.
The open sky was the last thing I saw before I was swimming in the belly of the beast.