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| alastar (profile) wrote, on 7-16-2005 at 1:46am | |
| Subject: Words flow from your mouth like blood. If only there was a coagulant for your lips. |
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| ....and there were holes everywhere. Not holes really, more like scabs over non-existant wounds. They started as tiny little pinpricks, no bigger than the head of a needle. But slowly they grew and caused the skin around them to dry and bleed, eventually dying and flaking off. They were black and shiny. If you looked directly at them they appeared to be nothing more than a drop of liquid resting on the skin. As her body moved, her skin stretched over her bones and caused the dots to crack, bleed, and grow larger. She could not control herself and dug and scratched and clawed at them, but the more she did, the more she bled. The more she bled, the more they grew. They began merging together. She grabbed a knife and desperately tried cutting them off of her skin. As she drove the knife deep into the black scabs, she found that she could feel nothing. The wounds she left with the knife just bled and filled themselves up again. Her arms were stiff and hard to move as the infection slowly crawled over her skin. She screamed as she fell and hit the ground, no longer able to move her limbs. The only thing left untouched was her head, and not for long. She felt it working it's way up her neck, over her lips and into her mouth. It had no taste. She could scream no more as it enclosed her tongue, which fell motionless against the inside of her cheek. It worked it's way down her throat and entered her bloodstream. Filling her veins and covering her nerves, bone, and muscle. She could not move or even flinch as it devoured her flesh from the inside out, and the outside in. She could not smell it as it inched it's way toward her nose. It had no scent. It crawled into her nostrils and filled them up just as it did with the holes from the knife. Closing her eyes tightly, she could feel it sliding over her eyelids and melting them together. She did not die. She lived off of this disease and it lived off of her. Her world was now black. Sightless. Tasteless. Motionless. There was |
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midget18 | 07-16-05 11:27am I really don't know if I like this. It's almost too morbid for my tastes.
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| alastar | Re:, 07-16-05 11:34am Yeah, I know what you mean. I've been writing some pretty creepy stuff lately. |
andrea | 07-16-05 6:40pm I will never pick a scab again.
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