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The Snake


A story about man trapped in the coils of a sinister sensation.

The Snake

Written by Peighton Foster

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Close. He didn't want to. He never did he had two, regardless of what he wanted It was like something else took over his body when he wasn't looking. It was sneak a loose He could feel it in there just behind his cage slithering around like a bad dream after you wake up, he cries after time it makes him do it. He holds each. and every little body close to him ass. If trying to make it all better, he never can now
They were so little so easy to break. He could remember how many tiny garbage buys he's buried, maybe hundreds every time dumps one he tries hiding it less and less just pray. Someone will find it lock him up forever. Maybe even kill him just stop him, but no one ever has so are. They still are rotting under a couple inches of dirt forever mysteries. remember a time when it wasn't there. He imagined the day he was born. It was born with him
maybe he absorbed a twin in the womb between who never got to live whatever. It is. It's angry. Whenever a cross from his chest to his throat, he can only feel fire hot red flashes in his mind. It's overpowering he can't see, He wants to vomit it all out spring it all over the sidewalk, so he can see its ugliness. He tried once, but it just gave a headache. It goes from his throat hind his eyes. The pressure of it he can hardly take it. It's going to push his eyes out, employ them on. Lab. He screams, but someone else screams with him who is it
can feel something on his hands, it's hot and where maybe he did vomit the snakes withers into the back of school resting on the top of his neck sedated drowsy and the pressure stops the red slowly trickles away, and he can see what he feels sick. Tufts of hair lay across his lap light and wispy catches the light and sparkles. He follows a head turned away You can't see who it is. He turned towards him and it rolled another garbage bag dumped. Please someone find it even switch colors. He normally buys black but this one is white. It stands out against the dark soil. You can see it
out from among the earth reaching out. He never knows who they are really doesn't even remember doing it just the aftermath. The snake only stays for the fine leaving him to do the boring parts. The clean up. Its withers away for a midday nap. Our waking ones is done. It says he couldn't find the rest of the body when he, came to. He only had her head. This one was a bit through usual. Maybe even high school is already cried making himself his last victim. He slit his wrist with a rusty lead. He found in the trash whose ironic of all his victims he stabbed and slid. He didn't slit his deep enough. The evil took over after that he woke up,
the arms, red and burned he had used pliers too caught arise. His own veins, heeded them using the flame from his gas stove. He hates himself he hates. What's inside of him, he's a puppet to his own body he's not even master to his own game. He looks in the mere and only sees a dark matter. swirling around, where his face should be he's. Learn two abnormal though he thinks he does a pretty good job as a normal job with a normal apartment is normal parents for people who birth, something so vile. They actually did a pretty good job raising him. They taught him what they were supposed to share be kind work hard. They just forgot about the other thing they created with
He talks enough to seem friendly, but doesn't stick around to make them last, but what he wants, no friends, let them think he's closeted or socially enact even traumatized. He doesn't care as long as they stay away. He knows it doesn't have a preference It will take who is available normally children, those a brave enough to wander from their parents, exploring the big world trying to make something of themselves occasionally. the small adult whoever he can overpower rigged away gone the evil doesn't give them a fighting chance, it laughs in their face. And spits reminding them of how weak they are. Life is never guarantee You thought you were doing so well, it sneers all for nothing and just
that the light washes away. Most people think its quick, but it's not. you can see the energy trying to stay so desperately trying to hold onto its vessel, who needs it more. The body taunts the brain or the organs for something that hold so much blood so much life. It's never enough. Eventually, the energy gave is beaten, exhausted it puddles at the bottom of their feet stagnating. Then it's all over. He kicks away a few tendrils dirt. Exposing the white back even more someone find reads: how could someone not notice it? He turned to me nice. Try the snake hisses cover up better,
Herr flies around in his mind ass. He returned the dirt back on top of her. It was mad hate with blood. He did a sloppy job hacking. The spine is the hardest part. It makes him sick when he thinks about it, the vibrations from the knife travels up to his lips, a kiss from death. He showered her blood off dripping off him. In Sweden. at his feet, waving one last time before draining away forever. How long would it be before the snake awakens? It was in his stomach now outstretched in his pelvis comfortable
He could feel its weight pulling him town closer to the floor. Please stay asleep. He went to the doktor ones, convinced he had a parasite, maybe even a tumor. He ordered blood work scans x rays, even try to get them to open him up. They refused. When everything came back normal. He saw the scans himself
he was empty. Where was it he can feel it inside of him. He knows it's there. Does everyone have it? Maybe his is bad expired rotten. He tried emetics laxative, anything he could buy at a drugstore. He perched it had to come out a gripped him tighter. He overdosed ones on Tylenol on purpose, the hospital pumped his stomach and when he woke up, he felt hollow. He was ecstatic base,
up to now. Finally, it was just him when he left the hospital it soccer punched him in the liver, stupid boy, a giggle. You can't get rid of me, tiny bones, cracked and popped. It doesn't take much joints, make it easier to a normal person. It would be like eating crab legs. You have to twist the joint to get to the meat glue awkward at first, but not hard. It's like that, except he never eat them. He just folds them, so they fit into smaller places. He cries while working, but he never means to. He can feel the tears slipping off him. At least he can give them that the other half of me is good. I promise he tries to convince their little selves. They can't hear him, of course, there already
at that point, he's touched more cold skin than warm when he shakes a co worker's hand, it shocks him and how hot and swollen it is filled with life. It's awake and screaming he's crouched behind a dumpster. Please don't make me do this. He pleads with it. I can't do this again: weak pathetic, worthless, each word a bite to his lungs. The jeweled doubled over. He couldn't breathe. Do it now He might a runner just passing through. She was too surprised, even screen just a little gush of air when he slammed her to the ground the hand holding the knife was it he is. He was just
watch some chats got her muscle and was silent. Effortless some had tiny pieces of her webs, scraping as its leader in between them and into her chest. He had got her in the treaty at some point, but he didn't know when It must have been towards the beginning, because he never one members hearing for screen. All she could do was bubble. This awful wet sound came out of her, like a dream that has been clogged for too long is finally freed, doesn't feel his arm. It's moving so fast. It's it's frenzied manic she's flopping around on the ground, with irreversible wounds, yet still trying to survive, trying to extend each precious second of life? She has crazed sounds come out of his high pitched half's, doesn't care how
innocent she was or how undeserving of death it just once more, as if the massacre of stabbings wasn't enough snake glides, his body around his hand, showing him the way he lingers over her face, because he knows it's the lights and seeing her pleading eyes, he turns the knife almost completely sideways swimming it into one of her brown eyes. One little slip was all it took and I only connected to her face by the tangle of nerves, flop against her face dejectedly hanging there likely grazing her cheekbone. Do it again. The snake flirted clump with content,
please I want. Let's take them home ass, a couple more snakes and he held in his hand like avocado pets. They were hot, wet machine. He wanted to bomb it. He took them into his jacket pocket as he gathered what remained of her body. It stuffed her into a suitcase he'd found in the dumpster. It was like it was waiting for him. He only had to cut off her feet to make her fit perfectly. It wasn't natural. Some people fall asleep in a form similar to this curled up in the feed opposition, but this would probably tear ligaments if she was an already dead all he had to do now with throw the previously empty case back into the dumpster done.
feel the eyes pressing against him as he walked back home. The snake cuddled up close to him pressing against his chest. He had taken prizes before, but they were normally never so organic, maybe a few strands of hair piece of jewellery and I d, because he even gonna do with them. He might have an empty pickle jar and his fridge somewhere. The snake heard to them. Caressing, the inside of his ribs, trying to touch them. He had to check periodically to make sure he wasn't staining his clothes. Is this? What being a woman is like constantly checking to see a bloodline, through paranoid that other people could see what he was hiding? He hunches his shoulders, creating more space for the eyes to fall into. He practically re unto his building
not even bother to greet the regular lobby. Leaders he'll tell them. It was food poisoning from the kebab stand down the block. He dropped the eyes into the jar. It was a cute little sound for something so disturbed he had washed out and nearly empty jar of man s and filled it with water. He almost giggled when he dropped the eyes in such an innocent little noise. If someone was listening at his door, they might have assumed he was putting ice in a couple water, he screwed the led back on and hid behind a bag of frozen vegetable mentally that he was never going to eat in the freezer. They'll stay there until the snake forgets about them, and then he can throw it out and dump it in a garbage disposal. When he's doing the dishes, it'll never No, it mostly tunes out when he's doing normal, boring things right now.
It was swimming lazily in his bowels to relax to control him, but also not relaxed enough to let him be on his own, reminding him that it was still there a warning. He headed to the shower. You regularly had to bleach his tub, because blood leaves a faint, pink hued, his cheap plastic interior. If maintenance came in, he might recognize it and the snake wouldn't allow that possibility. Hot water quickly turned to steam in his small bathroom. He was glad it covered the mirror, even though, if he tried
He couldn't see his own features he can and photographs, though he remembers just how jarring it was to finally see his own face. He was a family picture from when he was in high school, a barbecue, yet a thin knows, but nostrils that flared out rebelliously. He had hooded lids that tried to cover his eyes, trying to hide the world from seeing the evil within pale. Cheeks cheekbones that stood out enough to make him average, but not enough to make him seem attractive. He was fine with that because he would probably kill a day if he ever went on one felt water pour over him loosening up the blood that had tried on his skin. You didn't have a lot on hand, mostly just his hands. He only shoved them in his pockets, though so no one would be suspicious at this time. He looked down at his feet. runner waved one last time before she disappeared down the drain,
its normally awaiting game at night him lying awkwardly in his bed staring at the ceiling waiting on the snake, just slither, into its normal spot in his spine. So he can sleep. He can't sleep of its anywhere else. It's too uncomfortable the snake knows this and use it against him. Some nights. He won't sleep at all. The snake will make me inside him crawling up to his forehead them back down to his guts swishing around his insides just enough to make him feel nauseous, but not so much that he varmints. Luckily, the snake was so satiated by today's achievement that he did not toy with him and assumed his spot on his spine right underneath his lap kidney soon he was able to sleep week. He sat up.
Something stirred it in the night. Let me see that it wanted the eyes he blinked shoe to sweep away as he swung out of bed. A few steps was all it took the door, let frost escape into the air and there they were swipe a hand over the jar to reveal the eyes from the chill that had gathered overnight. The water was almost completely frozen, though the eyes just stared back at him and sneak one eye slanted down if they were still in her head, she would have a lazy. I most of the minuscule vessels in her eyes had burst open at this point, leaving nothing of the whites of her eyes. He was revolt. The runner could see her. She could see his average apart
went with his average life, she demanded to know why he was allowed to have this, but her apartment was now empty, will always be empty, just like the holes in her face, and he could hear her voice, side, his head. He screamed and dropped the jar onto the crown snake hissed pick it up. You idiot. I can't do this anymore. I can't do this. He gripped own eyes trying to squeeze them shut hard enough to block out the horrors of what he had done. His voice was low of preventive whisper. One keep away from being hysterical. The snake hurled at his throat violently You are nothing tactic, weak clean leave me alone. I can't do this anymore. He still had his eyes shut
He made his way to the joy tripping over the jar. He just needed anything something snake, lunched, weak. the screen knocked around in his head. He Gatt trying to throw this. From his body. Regurgitating him onto the tiled floor. He stuck two fingers down though, as he trying to force convulsions stupid Wait. You tried this already the snake laughed. He knew it was right. He still refused to open his eyes he threw his hands around him feeling for the true what the snake knew, what He was doing and laughed even more cruelly. You count You couldn't even do that. Without my help, you didn't cut deep enough. He found it. He felt the cold steel against his hand, no matter what he thought. Just keep slicing, don't stop, because maybe one will be.
He could feel the laughter behind his eyes. Now the snake wanted a front row seat week. He sliced he felt his skin come apart, but the cold air again today inside that always an insulator. coward. He slice maniacal. He didn't even in his eyes to see where the blame with land he just kept during each contact with the blade team in more and more the snake up y ever wider. He could see here, the laughter, but it was moving. Where was the snake going? It wasn't it? He hit bone and a knife bounced back that he realized it was draining away
The evil was washing out of him dripping out of the veins he had ripped open. The snake was faint, he could barely hearing now it was sliding out of him on to the floor, pooling their staring up at him. He was the one to laugh. Now I won yelled the snake didn't answer the room rooms growing darker, he felt heavier. He stumbled on the couch finally staining something with blood that wasn't someone else's his own. He watched ripples of his blood escape under the carpet and he smiled I finally wine
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Transcript generated on 2021-10-07.