(misc. writings of camille anschütz)

[i stole this username (slash)]

(hastily written in two sessions, the ink smudged in places while still wet...)

21 Januar 780 B.C.

Erregung des schüchternen Schattens.


    "DU REICHST SO GUT..."

    THE RUMBLING GROWL SWEPT OVER HER BACK, CURLING ERECT EACH AND EVERY NECK-HAIR ALONG ITS PATH.

    A SLUGGISH HEART BEGAN TO PUMP AND SQUEEZE, AND FROM THE WRITHING MUSCLE DID SANGUINE CHARACTER BURST FORTH TO POLLUTE THE TEPID SEAWATER IN HER VEINS.

    ADRENAL GLANDS ACTIVATED. A BURNING BUDDING SWEAT DID DEW THE SKIN STRETCHED DRUM-TIGHT O'ER THE SURFACE OF THIS COLD BODY, THIS ELECTRIC CORPSE, THIS QUIVERING MEAT SO NAKEDLY COVETED BY THE SPECTRE LOOMING OVER HER, ITS SHADOW CLAWING GREEDILY AT THEIR SILOHUETTE, TEARING AT EACH LIMB AND EXPOSED APPENDAGE, EACH LUMP AND BUMP AND BOIL AND BLISTER AND BRUISE AND BROKEN BONE, GNAWING ON HER SECRETS UNTIL NOT ONE WAS LEFT, ENGULFING HER COMPLETELY  SWALLOWING HER WHOLE. LEAVING NOTHING BUT DARKNESS.


    They startled in the aftermath, turned to look over their shoulder. But as swiftly as the haunting overcame them did it leave, and in the wake of its ravening was not even a feeling spared. Not even a memory.

    And as the heart began to slow so did the blood begin to cool. The vitality bled from their spirit like a stuck pig, leaving a gaping want, which weakly yearned to be filled. Fainter, and fainter, as it slipped into stupor, into silence...

    Into sleep...