Magnetic Beasts (Edit 2)

[billy]

i've read the gerund comments and i'm guilty of not knowing a gerund from my arse, now i sismply say [ing] words. if there's a lot of them change some

this feels very sci fi, it also makes me think of memory drives.

i can't say i get it but, i did enjoy the thing. wish i could be more help

Edit 1
He gnawed on me,
on my mind and many buttons,
like an insidious worm no need for like
digging tunnels through my brain,
laying tiny tracks everywhere
for faster travel to millions of wires.
(He always knew when to pull which.)

He drank my spinal fluids,
slurped it in with a greedy grin,
until one day
he'd finally had his fill:
left my back bone bent
like a Dandelion in July.

He disgorged his insides
through his mouth into mine
and without spilling a single drop,
impregnated me
with stalagmite triplets of his bitter gall.
I felt them poking from the inside
until they pierced my skin
and slowly birthed themselves,
leaving deep, circular holes.

The triplets of course died eventually
and the three circles grew into scars,
which blend in well with the marks I grew
from other failures at recognizing
the beasts hiding
behind drawn, magnetic curtains.