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 respirated
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 revulsion 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
Because 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 . . .