By some kind of miracle, I was given another chance at life. I was the forgotten cell. Left to die in the flesh of my brother.


At first it was just a tingle. A little tickle inside his stomach. He thought it was maybe something he ate. He had no idea what was happening to him inside his body. The tingles soon became like a needle jabbing a few times and then disappearing. It wasn't something he was concerned about though.

I felt myself become a thick and lump. Growing into the form that was robbed from me.

I'm so hungry

The more I ate the more his body seemed to hurt, I was gorging myself on his insides. To thrive is to eat. I must continue to consume my  host, my ignorant kin.

I was growing bigger by the second. I never thought of the consequences. What kind of god gives entity just to let me die again tucked behind a kidney and fat.

I felt myself take the form of a human, I was big and I continued to eat not caring what I was doing. He had fallen to the floor, the pain excruciating. I love you my sweet brother...my forgiving host.

and eat you pig.

I was the size of his stomach, I felt him scream begging for it to stop. Of course, he wasn't begging anyone particularly, he didn't even knew I existed.

I never desired wealth or status just existence.

I was ripping through his body at an alarming rate, I felt my blood pumping. I had blood? He could no longer scream or do anything, he laid there lifeless as I destroyed him. He had zero existence.

I was made to be known.