Inside the stomach I clung to my husband, both of us tossed around like a ship at sea in the storm. Jack’s stomach muscles were pushing us around to coat us in the digestive acids that were quickly flooding in. Our skin began to itch as the strong chemicals burned through our clothes and got to work on our skin. We cried out, desperately hoping to be heard from the outside and rescued, but the only one around who had even a chance to hear us was Jack and he hadn’t listened to our pleas on the outside either.
We thrashed around, pounding against the walls of our baby’s stomach in the hopes that all this movement would give him a tummy ache and hopefully spit us up. Our efforts were all in vain; Jack’s stomach had plenty of experience digesting bugs trying to escape, and was expertly converting us into a meager amount of nutrients as a midday snack.
I cried out, my arm cramping up as the acids ate through the muscle. I was separated from Ed as the two of us grew weary and no longer had the strength to hold one another in the writhing pits. A loud gurgling sound that echoed throughout the chamber was accompanied by a squeezing sensation, and the distant scream I heard made it clear that the stomach had deemed Ed ready to descend deeper into the intestines. This was Ed’s last conscious action as he perished shortly after, drowning in the pool of acids down near the bottom of the stomach. I could feel myself fading as well, laying belly-up in a pond that was eating away at my insides. I sobbed, feeling a wave of unbearable emotions as I looked up at the dark red walls and knew the baby I had carried so lovingly in my womb for 9 months was killing me in a matter of moments.
A rocking sensation began and I realized this was the effect of Jack crawling along on the floor, already forgetting us entirely as he searched out his next toy. I sobbed, inhaling some of the acids and finally put out of my misery as I was sucked into the intestines as well, doomed to be mushed up as baby poop.
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