#1966 7/26/2014 22:47:09 My knuckles begin to twist and contort. My hands and arms are taken over by severe muscle spasms. I feel the tingly sensations all throughout my body, as if something were crawling through my very organs and swimming in my bloodstream. Pain racks my body. Severe, in the fingertips. I look down at my hands; the skin is melting away from my fingers. It’s being devoured, digested by these bone and blood thirsty creatures. Tiny, they are so small. They emerge through the wounds in my body, the wounds they had caused. From the inside out. Crawling through and bursting out from within, the flesh tearing open as they appear. Brown, black, and rust colored. Some are quick eaters, but others are painfully slow digesters. Their hard shells tap against me as they soldier through the deed. My hands are gone. They drink the blood, some exploding from the fullness of it, only to be eaten up themselves by the next in line. They make their way up my arms, multiplying and coming out now from every orifice in my body. I have the strength of mind to look down upon my feet. They are already gone. The pests are there, all throughout. Violent yet precise. Eating one another to be the first to climb up my legs. More come out; they crawl through the gaping holes that were once my legs. I try to vomit, but my throat is scratched and dry. I spit out more of the creatures. They hit the floor and instantly scurry back over to my body. Torso and head are all that remains. They make quick work of the intestines. My lungs are infested. Every breath I take yields more and more of the wretched creatures. They are working from both sides, inside and out. The skin goes quickly, but the bone is so tough. I feel them circling my heart. The heart, the only organ left untouched. They make their way into the brain. Into the deep tissue. But it doesn’t hurt, not anymore. All that is left of my face is now a glaring skull. But they’ll eat that too. Nothing survives. As the brain is taken piece by piece, I feel them penetrate the heart. It is a blow to me. They eat the heart slowly, in sync with the chewing of the brain. Until the last mouthful is gone. Until they have gorged themselves. I want to laugh, I want to cry. It is impossible. There is nothing left of me. ~alive ADMIN(~Sabbath): >_
Posted on: Tue, 29 Jul 2014 12:18:35 +0000