BlanketA Chapter by AleyshaRosaHe's here. I can feel him. I can smell his toxicity. His hands are so close to my skin"hovering moments above like the tingle of a flame before it licks your flesh with searing hunger. I feel so cold. His breath is rancid on my ear; he repeats the same little secret over and over, his voice driving itself like a nail into my brain. “I'll...” His darkness is my escape, my comfort. Yet, I know that curled deep within him I'm destined to his void once more. My throat is filling with cotton and I can't swallow it down. It's his pill again. Small as it was, it choked me; wrapped its slimy fingers around my neck and suffocated the sanity out of me. “Prepare...” I wish the glitter would rain down on me; at least then I'd be able to see something through this dense darkness. His eye flash for a moment, then his teeth, finally his Cheshire cat smile. Blood slides from his gums and drips onto my neck. I try to squirm from the burn of his blood. Suddenly his mouth opens wide and crimson bursts from between his glinting teeth. “You...” The scream stops in my throat when I'm suddenly drowning in his life. A slick blanket of red pins me to the floor. It's like mercury"squirming along my skin like worms and burrowing itself into my core. “For...” He whispers, his lips grazing my earlobe. “A...” His teeth touch my cartilage. “Sick...” He growls, his teeth grinding against my temple. “Dark...” Ominous and dark, he hisses. “World....” His lips brush my cheek and are abruptly on my lips, eating me up. © 2012 AleyshaRosa |
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By AleyshaRosaAuthorAleyshaRosaAbbotsford, BC, CanadaAboutCanadian, eh? I've been writing since I was 13 (I'm now 18) and have recently started back up on writing a novel that I'm now half through. I mostly write prose poems and short stories with a tonne .. more..Writing
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