Pulling Me In
I stand above the busy street gutter pacing back and forth.
A strong dark force keeps pulling at me.
A strong current below seems to be calling my
name. The sound of cracking bones speaks
out loudly.
Suddenly there is a haunting smell in the wind.
The smell enters my nose with a rush of
electronic forces. The smell lingers and
traps me like a tiny bug.
I am paralyzed from fear and I wait
gazing down into the gutter. Black
limbs and vines reach up at me with
unbelievable strength.
The gutter opens and pulls me in like a
helpless child. Chewing on my flesh
it crawls through me like a angered serpant.
It causes massive boils on my body.
Parts of my body begin to melt and my
heart quivers rapidly. The gutter has
pulled me into it's domain. I live and breathe
the haunting smell that the gutter offers
me.
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