Grey sleek leather
No work together
Shiny white teeth
Splattered with red
There is no release
Beady eyes
Covering lies
Sharp sense
No work together
Shiny white teeth
Splattered with red
There is no release
Beady eyes
Covering lies
Sharp sense
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Grey sleek leather
No work together Shiny white teeth Splattered with red There is no release Beady eyes Covering lies Sharp sense
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Frail hands surround the hot mug. Seizing its warmth with the dry and wrinkling skin covering the decaying flesh inside. The flesh sucking at heat to strengthen its body.
The loving kind person cupping the mug sipping at the hot coffee had a terrible loss pounding on their shoulders. Shivering they clambered into bed cradling the coffee as they did of their only child. The telegraph that they had received contained only a few words. ‘Your son has been killed in action’. Disbelief clouded their eyes as they again stared down at the nearly blank page. Fat rolling tears dribbled down their face. They fell into an uneasy sleep shaking and turning about their body entwined with the sheets. Finally deciding I better take some charge in their catastrophe. A rumbling from my stomach told me I was a little hungry. Tearing at a piece of flesh I gnawed away. Luckily for them they could feel a thing with me inside them. A large piece of flesh stuck to my throat. Reaching for something to drink I clawed at a little vein and a thick red liquid poured into my mouth. Soon being finished draining them I crawled out through their eyes not stopping except to suck all the liquid from around their eyes. That should put them out of their misery. On the 22nd of February 2011 an earthquake struck at 12.51 pm. With a magnitude level of 5.1 a history changing event. Here is a survivor story.
Stomach growling I waltzed out into the corridor smiling and thinking about my delicious brown rice salad awaiting me, not know the next 10 seconds would change my life forever. Two levels above ground in the Pyne Gould 5 level building the ground started trembling. Plaster on the walls and structure below me crumbled away like a dry cake. My knees locked, eyes widened,clammy hands letting go all hope I had. Screaming I plummeted. I flung my arms out hoping for a saving grace, being thrown about like a rag doll. Writhing in sweat and slightly dazed I turned to look up there hurtling towards me was a 80 tonne beam. Landing square on my back I heard my ribs creak, then crack. I gasped for air air dust blurring my eyes, a searing hot white pain shot through my back. The beam continuously pinning me down. Agony surged through my body. I tried twisting out but the beam held me down . Glass smacked on my leg shattering , carving in to my skin. Blood streaked down. Emulsifying the pain. Time slowly ticked by fluttering along at its own pace. Exhausted let my body melt and disintegrate into the rubble. I attempted flexing my fingers, disappointment shaking my aching body. Unciousness drifted in and out of my head lulling my into a sense of security. Sunbeams glared at me hitting me in the face. Daring me to let myself go, to stop trying, give up. It was punching me right in my weak spot. I would give up anything now for a sip of cool water tranquilised by the birds chirping and car wheels squealing. Hallucinations clouded my mind, consciousness fuzzy and, unreal. Mumbling, something dribbled down my cheek. My tongue jerked out lashing at the substance. Blood. Moaning my eyes dozed off until I started having a spasm attack. Knee jerking I screamed, face red and blotched, eyes raw and sore from the dust. I sank deeper into the wreckage. I squealed relentlessly, until I had no energy left. I was drained. Eyes wide and glistening, anemic face, sirens roaring off somewhere else. I let myself be taken away. People. 11 people drifted in front of me, 10 colleagues and my one and only aunt. I knew they were gone and maybe I should join them. |
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