I saw the fisher man flapped up on the beach, soaked and covered in weeds floppin' around like a noodle having a seizure.
He looked up at me, with giant, fishy, fleshy, pink, wet lips sucking all the air out from around me, like a reverse waterfall.
I could see all of his gums, all his teeth. h**l, I could see all the way down inside him to his soft interior. No bones. Very soft. Very wet. Very pink.
He started to settle down. I was afraid his heart might stop breathing, so I unbuttoned his shirt and stood above him, pumping his chest.
His eyes rolled back in his head. I felt my hands start to sink into his chest. When I look down, I see that my hands are sunk into deep slits. My arm nearly pops out his back; I'm stuck in so deep.
I pulled myself out and started picking through the openings. He is a smoky white inside, with pink tubing that looked like some kind of spongy material.
I started to gag. I couldn't leave him in the sun to cook, so I
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