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Post by Slug on Nov 14, 2010 22:12:41 GMT -5
Monster It’s in your eyes, alive and draining you dead. Something’s there. Something creeping. Waiting. Stalking us. Patient and knowing and planning. Coiled tight like a ready cobra, venom dripping and wanting—needing to infect. To make its victims rot. And you’re standing on the sidelines—the maggot dressed for its corpses. Unashamed and like a starving dog, you will take our bones, too. Suck them dry and gnaw on them until they’re nothing but sharp splinters in your stomach, shedding blood and acids, and then killing and emptying you from the inside. Your life will leak from your ears and nostrils—falling from between your fangs and trailing from your eyes. You will be hollow. You will be a shell that’s made from memories of hunger and greed. You will be what you have always been—what you have ever known.
You will be that kid on the swing set, alone and crying every night, because you knew, deep down... mommy had been right.[/center][/size]
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