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As my eyes close a woman cracks into my skull and crawls into my brain with the delicacy of a spider spinning its web. She eased into my brain and zipped the cracks in my skull back up, not before sewing my bleeding scalp back into place. My head bulging as she crawled around the perimeter of my brain, her long black stringy hair tangled itself between the small fibers of my brain matter, the brain slime wetting the strands and pasting them in place.
The crawling woman's sharp bones poked from her skin and clashed against the hardness of the inside of my skull and stretched the softness of my skin. Her long jagged fingernails dug into my brain, extracting the blood with her fingers. Upon seeing my blood lathered across her very own hand, she raised her limb, bringing her long spider-like fingers to her mouth before pushing them between her lips. the taste of my own blood flooded over her senses, her sharp teeth coated with the iron bodily fluid she had pulled from within me without my consent.
After seconds, minutes, maybe years of the womaen infesting my brain, she, repulsed at the innards of my carcass after her year-long feast on my organs and bones, opened her mouth, unhinged her jaw and let neon fluid slide off of her tongue and into my used, abused body. The rat killing acid burnt away everything I had left inside me. Tthe neon fluid began pouring out from her eyes, running down her cheekbones, a large menacing grin spread across the virus. The woman cracked my skull open once again, untying my threaded together scalp with ease that tells me she had infested many others before me.
She crawled out, her slime-covered body, her leaking abscesses crawled away from my empty, used, bloodied, bruised, and infected body. My weakened grotesque body lay limp. Her acid spilling from the wound in my head, brain matter slipping through the cracks, mixed with the woman’s black strands of hair. I lay useless, she watches until the acid, blood, and brain matter dry and sticks to my dead green skin.
She smiles.
Then moves towards the next victim.
The crawling woman's sharp bones poked from her skin and clashed against the hardness of the inside of my skull and stretched the softness of my skin. Her long jagged fingernails dug into my brain, extracting the blood with her fingers. Upon seeing my blood lathered across her very own hand, she raised her limb, bringing her long spider-like fingers to her mouth before pushing them between her lips. the taste of my own blood flooded over her senses, her sharp teeth coated with the iron bodily fluid she had pulled from within me without my consent.
After seconds, minutes, maybe years of the womaen infesting my brain, she, repulsed at the innards of my carcass after her year-long feast on my organs and bones, opened her mouth, unhinged her jaw and let neon fluid slide off of her tongue and into my used, abused body. The rat killing acid burnt away everything I had left inside me. Tthe neon fluid began pouring out from her eyes, running down her cheekbones, a large menacing grin spread across the virus. The woman cracked my skull open once again, untying my threaded together scalp with ease that tells me she had infested many others before me.
She crawled out, her slime-covered body, her leaking abscesses crawled away from my empty, used, bloodied, bruised, and infected body. My weakened grotesque body lay limp. Her acid spilling from the wound in my head, brain matter slipping through the cracks, mixed with the woman’s black strands of hair. I lay useless, she watches until the acid, blood, and brain matter dry and sticks to my dead green skin.
She smiles.
Then moves towards the next victim.