From murk-filled depth, the unmaker— little death from which all sloth does come— rises to squelch, slime- smeared from left or right ventricle up capillaries to seat of man, now dethroned immured to a ribbed cage, irons round fatted calves, while time-gorged with leaps not taken, the usurper burrows fetid tentacles into grey velvet folds, a sort of un- gyrification, each parasite hook best removed early lest it become entrenched.
This was written for a contest on another site. There were a few prompts to choose from, each one a quote from H.P. Lovecraft. I chose two:
“The oldest and strongest emotion of mankind is fear."