Bowels of the Absurd

I could feel it beneath my skin.
Wretching at my internal organs.
Writhing.
Tearing.
I cringed and keel over.
Screaming.
What could of become of this?
Was it drugs?
Alchohol?
Pregnancy?
Was it merely period pains?
Bleeding?
Eternal struggle within the reproduction system within a female humanoid.
But, no.
Nothing could explain what was happening to me.
No one could be told.
No one would be able to comprehend such an occurence.
The possibilty was absurd.
Yet.
It continues.
Within this fleshy prison of my very soul rests a presence undeserving of such a kingdom.
It cannot be treated.
Killed.
Or removed.
The state is irreversible.
Forever shall it torment me.
Forever shall it remain.
Forever shall it become apart of me.
Forever together.
Perhaps I may learn to, love it.
Adore it.
Care for it.
For how could one not love such a thing.
Something so beautiful.
One could not be unfaithful.
This secret will be my own.
No one neednt know.
It will be mine.
No one elses.
For I shall bear this.
Within me.
Freely.
But just this once.
I shall mumble the words of my inner cage.
The situation of my bowels.
The zoo of my womb.
Listen.
Listen carefully.
Listen, as I shall not utter it again.
I have crabs in my Vagina.