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| by comrade commissar | Thomas | @ Thursday, February 16, 2006, 4:34:00 AM | permalink |
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Apathy replaces calcium or protein as the solidifying material, an ever thickening coat all around. It forms layers over previously exposed soft flesh, covering and burying that beneath a new outer cover of indifference. The vulnerable heart, naked and aching. A slow viscid flow engulfs it and a newly formed shell emerges afterwards. Limbs and fingers twitch before being swallowed whole and given new form. What is this man, naked and small before, now a giant monstrosity of carapace and appendages un-human? Was that the glint of an old eye within the numerous cavities and sockets of its head? Does it think, does it feel? What now lurks deep within, the deepest of places, where the soul supposedly should be? (Is it still there?) Does it care? Anymore? A loud unearthly shriek - And the thing seems to collapse inward on itself like a snail cowering within its safe abode. Shape and form transform and what vaguely seemed like parts of a person now disappeared altogether, leaving behind a hideous exterior of protruding bone horns stabbing outward. GO. AWAY. |
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