The worms coiled around each other in listless orgy, safe in the dark flesh of the corpse. Their formless mass in slow, steady movement ate at the body. Blind and senseless, consuming in the darkness, they festered.
Then terror struck: Light!
The graverobbers smashed the rotten wood of the coffin under their feet. The reeking decay filled the air, but the dead noses of the men cared not. The glutted maggots vainly pushed their swollen bodies to flee, to dig into their corpse home and run from the light, but the corpse was no safety.
The robbersā tore the ribcage apart, exposing the liquified remains of the dead man, and the white bodies of the worms floating within that black sludge. Soon, the worms were gathered into jars, and the jars set in a wagon, and the wagon with the jars, began its slow journey.
In a secret place, the captured worms arrived; and the men were paid; and the men took their wagon and left; and only the witch and the worms remained. The witch cackled. The worms writhed. She had her final ingredient.
Authorās note: I was stretching, or ignoring, the rules of proper English in this to invoke a certain atmosphere. Do not try this at home.
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