It drags the body behind...

It slips. It slides. It crawls and slithers. An arm reaches up, and the body is dragged behind.

Single purpose. Single life. It drags the body behind.

To feed. To seed. To breed. It drags the body behind.

Into the dark beneath. Through the roots, through the stones. It drags the body behind.

Even when the body stirs, and screams. It drags the body behind.

It envelops, and feeds. The muffled screams cease, colds seeps into the body it dragged behind.

And so it feeds, and seeds to breed in the body it dragged behind.

And now it sleeps. Finality.