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It was like crawling into its belly.
It smelled like soured food and its teeth were
crooked and splintered; they creaked
with each step I took.
Five steps in and I could reach out to my left
and pull on its tonsils and there would be light.
I was convinced just as my eyes adjusted,
I saw small creatures scurrying to burrowed
holes in its flesh.
*I'm really not feeling this one. A pretty rough draft. The only thing I like is idea of what I wanted this to be.