Salt on a Slug

I poured salt on a large slug.

I watched how the slug writhed and squirmed.

It tried to escape me and my burning salt.

The slug made no sound.

But I'm sure if I were turned inside out and dipped in

salt, I would scream.

I remember how the slug glistened and resperated...

Until I put the salt on it.

And how it tried to get away secreting a yellowish green

mucus

In great quantities that bubbled slightly.

My fascination turned to revoltion as the slug writhed

and tossed from side to side

Secreting even more yellow green mucus to try and beat

the salt.

It was a losing battle for the slug.

'Cause when it had succeeded in rubbing some of the salt

off with great effort

I would simply turn the salt shaker on the slug again and

start over.

Eventually I got bored and left the slug still writhing

in vain

Trying to get free of the salt that eventually sucked the

slug dry.

Later I imagined that my whole body was a tongue and I

was dipped in salt...