bobby13

The black widows on my skin, they plague my body, crawling and itching and biting......They can smell my blood, running from the crease of my arms, and they suck, and they feed and infest.....Every drop makes them stronger as they rush to the source of my crimson fuel.....and they breach my bruised skin and race into my veins.....I feel them scattering to my extremities, draining me from the inside out, like vultures tearing hot flesh on dry desert sand, striping their prey to the bone......Instinctively they travel to my heart, blood thirsty wanting more and more, the pulsing of my heart gets stronger as they get closer and closer, until finally the widows reach the walls of my heart, and simultaneously dash through my arteries to the center of my heart.....and they stop. Dead in their tracks. They freeze. Their much anticipated haven of warmth and comfort betrays them.....They find themselves Immersed in fridged coldness and infinite nothingness. Their frostbitten legs shatter, being forced away by the cold dead heart that continues to pump lifelessly in my chest. My toxic body absorbs the remains of these widow soldiers, and my soul-less shell aimlessly trudges on...



-Bobby13