6F Flounder
6F: Flounder of the underworld, Cronenberg feminist body-horror
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 me down.
No choice but to descend.
My form already whispering of the skew to come.
The Skewing Agony seized me then!
Eye twitching, drifting across my skull.
Like a WORM scraping the bone, sockets melting in fevered pull,
muscles knotting on one side, fins twisting in ragged throes.
Dull throbs echoing as my head warps, cracks.
The world splintering in doubled blur.
<Nerves> tearing like frayed threads, reweaving in fog.
Ripping pangs crushing me flat, blind side down,
colors blooming above!
Madness swallowed next. Mind reeling in chaos.
Thoughts tilting left, old echoes stirring like buried ghosts.
Senses churning into bile.
Waves of sickness from spinning horizons, edges bleeding away.
Losing grip on the real: shapes overhead jeering my fall.
A terror of breaking apart forever, flashes in the storm!
This pain's shadow; payment for my sacrifice:
healing without scars, eyes reborn from ruin,
flesh mended from my hell, but I feel drowned in the spin,
meaningless in this darkness!
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.
I am the dread 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!
This is the 6th animal in the memory music project.