Putrid, Black Cocoon pt. 1
By Malcholm Dark
Ye with
little hope
remove thy self...
Sitting in a warm
tub of water, stoic, indifferent
The blade cuts deep, parted
flesh, severed tendons.
Blood flows effortlessly, dripping from
your finger tips
A growing pool of blood, dripping echoes within
your head.
The tub water grows warmer as precious life flows
from you
Your heart fills with anxiety, pumping faster and harder.
A blood smeared message is scrawled across the wall
"For all the
sins I have committed in the eyes of God...
what's one more?"
Streaks of blood run from the lettering, drying quickly
As
time fades away your heart begins to slow with death.
Your skin
changes color from pale white to an off yellow
What is left of your
blood flows to the lower extremities.
Cold staring eyes,
no reflection of life remains
Your silent breath, your still,
nonbeating heart.
The flow of blood has ebbed, only an occasional
drip
Dark colored crimson now covers your bathroom floor.
A cool summer night
Flies swam you now.
A natural
order of things
Oh how the maggots call.
Off in the distant the
siren blares
The high pitched whine echoes within.
"I am here, I await thee."
The paramedics fight diligently
to save you
And there in your deep dark decent...
something
reaches out!
Awards
Comments on "Putrid, Black Cocoon pt. 1"
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On Wednesday, May 26, 2010, Riven Waker
(323) wrote:
incredibly haunting - vivid story of blood-shed - hypnotizes
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On Saturday, March 6, 2010, Wiccad
(125) wrote:
We're not worthy MD. Suspense is killing me!!
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A former member wrote:
You are a master of fucking suspence.
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On Friday, February 5, 2010, lupus tenebrae
(872) wrote:
Powerful stuff, gruesome vivid imagery, I love it