Rot
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broken. forgotten. rotting in the dark. time without measure. hours? days? years? ages? eons? eons. eons of silent decay. i see... 'i'? no. 'i' is consumed. 'i' died long ago. it sees the blade. formless memory comes of the blade's glory: the blade is sharp. the blade is shining. the blade is immaculate. the blade is beautiful. memory fades. all things do here. the blade is glorious no more. the blade is broken. the blade is rusted. the blade is ruined. the blade is its last friend. it tries to reach the blade. its feeble strength is almost gone. its hand moves. the brittle remains of skin fall off its arm. an arm that has not moved in decades. billows of dust and fungal spores settle. the claw-like remains of a hand clench the blade. it rejoices in the embrace of its last friend. slowly, lurchingly, inevitably it moves. the creaking bones almost make a noise. a noise is almost heard in its gaping, infested ears. the blade moves towards its withered neck. it extends vast effort. it squanders its last energy. it meets the blade. the blade pierces: a euphoric kiss. the blade cuts: a loving caress. the blade breaks again. the final time. it grieves in silence for its dead friend. its friend will be forever faithful. its friend will never abandon its neck. sensation awakens. pain. or is it pleasure? agony. or is it ecstasy? a thick, black drop forms on its neck.
once, its blood was red. once, its blood flowed freely. once, its blood was beautiful. no more. the drop grows. the stench increases, rising above even the normal reek. the drop becomes heavy. the drop eases down. the viscous filament connecting it to the drop breaks. the drop falls. the sticky drop splatters onto the soft, festering floor. the worms abandon the remains of the drop to tunnel into the floor. hours? days? years? time passes. another drop falls, repeating the morbid spectacle. death death death death death
does not come. is not a devoted companion. is an impossible dream. is a forsaken hope. is a forbidden bliss.
it tries to scream in frustration. it fails. a soundless gasp comes alone. not alone: accompanied by myriad spores. the disturbance startles many creatures. some of them rush out of its eviscerated torso. they disappear among the snarl. the tangle of fungal tendrils and entrails that litters the floor. the spores glow in the gloom. the spores diminish and disperse. death is its only craving. no, that is not true. its only craving is for an end. end to sensation. end to misery. end to being. the end is imminent. the end is inexorable. someday it will no longer be it. someday it will be assimilated. assimilated into the rot. its true desire.
once, its blood was red. once, its blood flowed freely. once, its blood was beautiful. no more. the drop grows. the stench increases, rising above even the normal reek. the drop becomes heavy. the drop eases down. the viscous filament connecting it to the drop breaks. the drop falls. the sticky drop splatters onto the soft, festering floor. the worms abandon the remains of the drop to tunnel into the floor. hours? days? years? time passes. another drop falls, repeating the morbid spectacle. death death death death death
does not come. is not a devoted companion. is an impossible dream. is a forsaken hope. is a forbidden bliss.
it tries to scream in frustration. it fails. a soundless gasp comes alone. not alone: accompanied by myriad spores. the disturbance startles many creatures. some of them rush out of its eviscerated torso. they disappear among the snarl. the tangle of fungal tendrils and entrails that litters the floor. the spores glow in the gloom. the spores diminish and disperse. death is its only craving. no, that is not true. its only craving is for an end. end to sensation. end to misery. end to being. the end is imminent. the end is inexorable. someday it will no longer be it. someday it will be assimilated. assimilated into the rot. its true desire.
