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Ultra Hedonics
Her eyes resembled crumbling chocolate when pierced by the streaks gifted by dawn's radiation. Melting and swelling into complete darkness.
Unable to deal with the cavities left behind, she travelled - trying to fill the hollow lacuna’s with people, places, experiences - but her eyes would not return. She had a sick yearning for aggressive cataracts.
She soon began to notice herself losing more than just her eyes; her teeth began growing loose like a battered wooden floor, plank by plank it was stripped and left empty. Their disappearance caused her to grow fangs, not only did they replace her teeth, but soon the inside of her skull as well. Linings and linings of fangs, poking and prodding at what were once her memories.
As the seasons passed, time mutilated her skin causing it to no longer hold the same vivacity as it once had. Behind that mask of beauty her husband had hopelessly fallen in love with was lurid skin resembling a littered beach, holding so many people, so many things. There was so much to see yet nothing to look at.
She could feel rivers coming out of the ocean that accompanied her beach, they encased her, thickening as time passed. They started merging. Two would give birth to a pain that would coil itself around her rigid bones. They were starved serpents wrapping themselves tighter the warmer her heart beat.
As time passed, there was less and less of her left. In the end all that remained was an empty floor and an empty beach accompanied by a dried out ocean.
Unable to deal with the cavities left behind, she travelled - trying to fill the hollow lacuna’s with people, places, experiences - but her eyes would not return. She had a sick yearning for aggressive cataracts.
She soon began to notice herself losing more than just her eyes; her teeth began growing loose like a battered wooden floor, plank by plank it was stripped and left empty. Their disappearance caused her to grow fangs, not only did they replace her teeth, but soon the inside of her skull as well. Linings and linings of fangs, poking and prodding at what were once her memories.
As the seasons passed, time mutilated her skin causing it to no longer hold the same vivacity as it once had. Behind that mask of beauty her husband had hopelessly fallen in love with was lurid skin resembling a littered beach, holding so many people, so many things. There was so much to see yet nothing to look at.
She could feel rivers coming out of the ocean that accompanied her beach, they encased her, thickening as time passed. They started merging. Two would give birth to a pain that would coil itself around her rigid bones. They were starved serpents wrapping themselves tighter the warmer her heart beat.
As time passed, there was less and less of her left. In the end all that remained was an empty floor and an empty beach accompanied by a dried out ocean.
Published 26th Aug 2017
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