A slithering length of pink.

Entwined within the cavern, the slithering length of pink works its way slowly through the pseudo-stalagmites, and faux-stalactites; burrowing its way towards the prize it has sought for all its life, birthed for this one moment on the planet, one chance at success, one chance at relieving the agony which entombs the soul; just one. Enraptured with the imminent feelings of ecstasy, the length of pink slowly grinds through the obstacles strewn across its path; immersed in the euphoria of the chase, the knowledge of inevitable glory, it can taste victory as a scintillating coup de grâce - the end of a quest irresolute, a life pre-determined to capture debris, drawn to the inanimate hubris of the captured - can it succeed, will it plateau and pivot; a spiralling anticlimax, bereft of reward and sensation. Nearing its prize, stimulated all round, rooting within the soft, pink walls of its tomb, its salvation; it can taste success, the buds of joy sprouting from whence there was none - overjoyed master, captor, how he shall extol the fluidity with which the length of pink has retrieved its want; the captor, salivating, invariant in his reaction, praying for reprieve, wishing that none would come, prolong the moment, extend the journey, delay the virtuousness vacuum, but find it, grab it, hold it, wriggle, free it, bring it to me, let me digest this superfluous trophy, please, he cannot go on, the captor himself captivated, wrapped around the burrowing of the length of pink, unable to pull focus, enmeshed in the querulous dictatives of his master; but there is solace to be found in reverie, for reverie distracts from the monotony of the quest, distracts from the too'oft'futility, for it is a sojourn repeated daily, and has only two outcomes. Can there be warmth, light for the captor, the captured, the captured, the manipulator?

Rest. Light. Warmth. Taste. Sensation. Flooding. Morsels of joy.

Don't you love it when you get that bit of food out from in between your teeth? That feeling rocks.