His Touch
January 20, 2019
His tendrils wrap around your body and pull you closer,
His gummy hands caressing your neck,
His hot black breath whispers in your ear.
You silently scream as his inky robes envelop you
And you disappear,
Into the chasm that is his home.
His palm slithers over your nose and mouth and you are eternally silenced.
His cloak squeezes tighter and you can no longer breath your mind is becoming static and slowly emptying until all you can think about is the people you no longer have the luxury of spending time with.
You collapse to the floor,
And are no more.
And he delightfully glides away, into his next victim.
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