(implied disposal cw)

sleeping on my right side tonight because i can feel you slinking through my descending colon 💛

i don't need everything. thank you for the offer, though. very gracious. very kind.

holding a hand to my gut and breathing deeply, feeling the natural pressure push back. a lil pain there.

you want to stay, huh?

ok.

you'll get your wish.

ough the bloating the next day.
the intestinal pressure. feeling you slowly but surely work your way into my body. hearing that occasional snap or squelch or pop as something moves. your late presence made apparent with every breath. like a massage.

i can't speak to you. but you're still there.

if someone's gonna eat you they should at least do it MINDFULLY. c'mon now

thinkin about heightened senses. taste, obviously, but also touch. really feeling out the surface area. noticing the way the weight inside shifts, struggles, jumbles...and eventually evens out. pushing in and feeling the density--noticing the increased give as the hours stretch on. that kinda thing