Belly button

A belly button kneels in my viscera. Hoping one day to stand tall and stretch out its limbs. Losing hope each year as it instinctually pulls farther into itself, losing its view of the great wide world, millimeter by millimeter, bite by bite. Every once in a while it gets some relief, but mostly it’s a crowded, damp, dark view of the insides of t-shirts and sweaters, until one day its keeper stretched just a bit too far towards the sun and with a deafening pop, the belly button was released from its fleshy home and walked away on its own two feet.

Author's Note

looking back i realize that this story may have been about suppressed instinct.