A stomach swells from a gradual force
  That turns and twists in the deep empty pit.
Elongation, rotation seems its course:
  The brain lacks resistance and must submit.

The expansion halts and solidifies,
  Becoming yet harder - metallic hard.
As the turning goes on the stomach tries
  To resist attack 'gainst which it can't guard.

The immalleable object's geometry
  Is as a prism, triangular.
Twisting continues as if it was free.
  Imprisoned within it inflicts the scar.

     With time as the stomach's only defence
     To tolerate is to gain recompense.