*** by ***, my elbows fold into myself, peering through my small intestine until they articulate the undulating passage of my ileum.
My knees crumple, embedding themselves absolutely into my chest until they flatten my heart against the walls of its own cavity as it beats faster and faster into the shrinking labyrinth of capillaries, distorted by the pressing loss of space.
My mouth is filled with the gentle tang of warm spinal fluid as sinew and muscle catch in my teeth.
Indiscriminate limbs clamor out of the carnivorous spit of stomach acid into the empty spaces left by my long deserted lungs; until all of myself is cowering behind the stoic battalion of my ribs, unrelentingly upholding an assemblence of structures against the assailing inward pull of joints and fear.
Soon they crack, and the sudden consolidation of mass breaks a hole in the floor and the parasitic being of self spills through ceiling and insulation to rest in the basement.