6F Flounder
Flounder of the underworld: 6F
I am 6F Flounder
I hatched into symmetry, a sliver of fin and scale adrift
in the sun-specked blue, yolk-sac dissolving like forgotten prayers,
nibbling zooplankton in the current's gentle cradle, joy in the chase,
but always that gnawing below, the abyss whispering up, shadows coiling
from depths I can't fathom, wishing for safe walls, or for ground to press against,
anything to shield from what lurks unseen, my body upright, eyes split
the world in even halves, a fragile peace in the pelagic haze.
Then the surge came, thyroid flood crashing through veins like divine wrath
repurposed, retinoic acid gradients pulling leftward, an ancient compulsion
drawing me down, the water thickening with dread, hormones orchestrating
a betrayal I can't name, the seafloor calling like a grave I yearned to fill,
fears of below transforming into a beckoning, evolution's blind hand pressing,
No choice but to descend, my form already whispering of the skew to come.
The Skewing Agony seized me then, eye twitching, drifting across skull's crown
like a parasite burrowing, orbital bones softening under alx3's twist,
muscles shortening on the migrant side, fins mis-aligning in asymmetrical spasms,
dull throbs radiating as prefrontal loosens, twists, the world fracturing
in blurred duality, optic nerve stretching with ependymin bursts, reconnecting
in haze, a horror imposed from ancestral shadows, converged for seafloor's edge,
pulling sensations ripping through, my body compressing, pale side down, pigmented up!
Madness swallowed next, brain recoiling in disarray, habenula biasing left,
Pitx2 reawakening like a ghost gene, neural plasticity churning confusion
into sickness, waves of nausea from tilting vistas, perspectives warping,
losing reality's thread—silhouettes above mocking my unraveling, a fear
of shattering entirely, glimpses flickering through the fever: this agony's echo
in human realms, TH-RA crosstalk for scarless remodeling, optic regeneration,
tissue therapies born from my torment, but lost in the whirl, irrelevant to the void!
Clarity pierced the haze then, raw and re-emerging, but stripped, naked exposure
blooming like fresh wounds, a vulnerability screaming for cover, the instinct
to dive sideways overwhelming, body tilting ninety degrees, fins hugging sand,
burrowing into the underworld's grit, sediment cloaking my weird new shape,
no longer adrift but pressed against the bottom, even below it, the larval wish
granted in grotesque fulfillment—nothing can harm from beneath now.
I am the dread now, buried ambush incarnate, eyes united, protruding upward
to lock on backlit silhouettes against the light, prey betrayed by their own shadows,
predatory instincts surging violent, dangerous hunger coiling in jaws primed
for strike, the Skewing Agony forging this formidable weirdness—stronger,
hidden hunter born from trauma's forge, evolution's converged strategy
turning terror into lethal gaze, the abyss my domain, victims above unwitting.