I slither through the base of your hair, past the part where your hair stops and your neck begins, and down to your spine to find a groove in your spinal cord. I spy for the right spot. A particular place where the bones are most separated. It’s about a foot above your asshole. I bite my teeth into your bone and eat my way into you. First my bald head, then my boney neck, then my flimsy cartilage shoulders, then my stiff, stick-like arms, and then my sticky, slimy tail. And the best thing is you don’t feel a thing. You’re lost in a world of vanishing images where nothing seems to make sense. I pop my head through the other end of your flesh, and take a look around. I see the pink coloring of the bottom of one of your lungs in front of me. I swim through your blood to get a better look. I take a skinny finger over to it, and stroke it gently. I finally force the end of my tail out of your back. I swim around your organs for a while, and then I close my eyes. I have made myself a safe home.