Revelations (902 hits)
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Submitted by Snark << snarkk.at.gmail.com (View user info) at 2006-11-10 17:39:02 EST
It's like an ice cold hand on a relaxed groin.
It's like being grabbed by the ankle when you walk past your bed.
Each syllable that creaks out of her unforgiving mouth carries with it a horrid shock all its own. Each one is an image, forced upon my dreaming mind in a million sharp fragments as if each time my conscious moves aside, atrocity rains upon what's left.
She shows me her face before it happens. It's ancient, wrinkled and twisted and frozen in a silent scream. It blinks in my minds eye for a split eternity, the embodiment of pale hatred, and then the images come and I'm trapped in that place until she lets me go.
I don't wake up screaming anymore. It's more a broken mewl akin to the death cry of an exhausted deer when the wolves teeth rip to deep into its insides.
Something happens to me physically when she's filling me with her malice and its getting worse. Where there used to be the tiniest bead of red on the sheet under my nose, there is now a stain the size of a dinner plate. The blood runs freely from my eyes and ears until I wake up and for a short time thereafter. My muscles ached and my back is furrowed with scratches. Two of my fingernails have been pulled free, one of which I pried from a deep gouge in the ceiling 9 feet above my bed.
She likes to leave me tokens. She hides them under my skin; a necklace, a coin, the tongue of a madman. Each one is a piece of the sick unreality transferred from her to me then made real and implanted in my physical self to be cut, pulled or torn out in horrified frenzy before my bathroom mirror.
On the sixth day, when I found my wife crying in the corner - her hair turned white and her cheeks and hands stained with my blood - I raised my head to the roof and demanded to know who it was that would do this evil to us. I held my shivering, mumbling, wrecked love and cried with her until the bitch came back, closed my eyes and answered my questions.
She is the mother of abominations. She's a woman's scorn and a demon's lust. She's the end of us all; the whore of Babylon. She's come to me to tell her story because this:
"Then one of the seven angels who had the seven bowls came and said to me, 'Come, I will show you the judgment of the great harlot who is seated upon many waters, with whom the kings of the earth have committed fornication, and with the wine of whose fornication the dwellers on earth have become drunk.' And he carried me away in the Spirit into a wilderness, and I saw a woman sitting on a scarlet beast which was full of blasphemous names, and it had seven heads and ten horns. The woman was arrayed in purple and scarlet, and bedecked with gold and jewels and pearls, holding in her hand a golden cup full of abominations and the impurities of her fornication; and on her forehead was written a name of mystery: 'Babylon the great, mother of harlots and of earth's abominations.' And I saw the woman, drunk with the blood of the saints and the blood of the martyrs of Jesus. When I saw her I marveled greatly"
Isn't enough.
When I came to, my wife was gone save a hastily scrawled note written on the white paint of the wall near the door; a single sentence marking the end of all things good in my life.
"She told me to leave."
That was 33 days ago.
Ever since, I've been locked in this place. She lets me eat and piss but that is all. The handle of the door to my apartment screams at me when I draw near. It glows red and writhes wickedly.
The phone whispers dark things to me when I put it to my ear and the world outside my window is full of nightmare creatures that slither, stagger and writhe from shadow to twisting shadow.
Dark stains spread across once lively wallpaper. Mold grows and eats its way across the carpet and furniture. Her stink fills every corner of my home. She lives in the core of this place. Her rot surrounds me when I wake and fills me full when I sleep.
She wants me to tell her story but she needs me to understand it before I can. She needs me to become it before my hand can shape her hateful images to words.
She's grooming me to be something she hasn't had since the days when the bitch's face was fresh and murder and fornication walked hand in hand through the streets of Gomorrah. She needs a thrall.
She'll have what she wants before long. I can't remember my name anymore. I can't remember anything of my old life save my wife's face and the feel of her tears against my skin.
I'm changing.
I don't scream anymore. I just mewl.
She'll have her way with me in the end. There's no denying the whore. Her filth will become my insanity. I'll put pen to paper and beget words that defile the essence of everything that is pure and good in the world.
I will become the Whore's Chronicler.
I do not want this for the world but that doesn't matter. She does.
I leave this note for the forsaken.
Time to go...
She's closing my eyes again.
The gates of Babylon are gilded.
User Reviews
Submitted by Stabkill (user info) at 2008-09-16 02:23:57 EDT (#)
Ranking: -2
This one will hurt.
Submitted by oapa (user info) at 2008-01-15 16:59:59 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
i like
Submitted by Brdn_Nkd (user info) at 2008-01-15 16:39:17 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
No Comment
Submitted by Alter (user info) at 2007-09-26 22:37:13 EDT (#)
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No, Comment.
Submitted by TheGoat (user info) at 2007-09-26 06:18:05 EDT (#)
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No Comment
Submitted by TheDivider (user info) at 2007-01-25 17:41:49 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Submitted by Tyrell (user info) at 2006-12-08 15:41:43 EST (#)
Ranking: -2
nigger
Submitted by peckerhead (user info) at 2006-11-20 10:17:23 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
"The gates of Babylon are gilded." = excellent ending. I'm learning that a proper or suitable ending is not so easy to come up with. In any case...
Snark, I have been trying to e-mail you. I just re-sent from my main account at sympatico. My username contains "dan" and the number fifty seven. It's a re-send of an e-mail I tried to send from Yahoo, where username contains "latheman" Please check your e-mail and somehow get back to me.
Great post! Thanks.
Submitted by wookie (user info) at 2006-11-13 09:58:08 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
No Comment
Submitted by Axolotl (user info) at 2006-11-12 10:48:46 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Beautiful.
Submitted by sweetcheebs (user info) at 2006-11-11 18:58:13 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
mmmm, blasphemous AND....its creamy
Submitted by Anansie (user info) at 2006-11-11 09:28:44 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
The strange thing is I changed my external name to "whore of babylon" the other day. I just haven't posted anything under it.
Submitted by Bubba2341 (user info) at 2006-11-11 08:59:09 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
*TWOTWU*
Twisted Fucks Of The World United.
Submitted by marginwalker (user info) at 2006-11-11 04:56:21 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Nice.
Submitted by TigerLilly (user info) at 2006-11-10 20:42:57 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
....
Submitted by Danger_Ranger (user info) at 2006-11-10 19:49:53 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
This is crap. You are crap.
Submitted by Amontillado (user info) at 2006-11-10 19:49:45 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
* being in
Submitted by Amontillado (user info) at 2006-11-10 19:49:24 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
You fill me with disgust to the depths of my soul. I hope worms crawl in your bed at night and an evil being your pillow sucks our your blood slowly and painfully. May you be pushed off a tall building.
I enjoyed it.
Submitted by Antioxident (user info) at 2006-11-10 18:11:16 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
whoaaa
Submitted by Sandecki (user info) at 2006-11-10 18:07:46 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
No Comment
Submitted by cshape (user info) at 2006-11-10 18:00:29 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
stud.
Submitted by ripple (user info) at 2006-11-10 17:56:13 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
can i steal your work?
you know.
just asking.
Submitted by ICO (user info) at 2006-11-10 17:55:30 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Sick bastard.
Submitted by Doodles (user info) at 2006-11-10 17:54:24 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
No Comment
Submitted by Crystle (user info) at 2006-11-10 17:45:47 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
wow
Submitted by Snark (user info) at 2006-11-10 17:41:37 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
HOLY FUCKING MELODRAMA BATMAN.
Submitted by Jack_McCallum (user info) at 2006-11-10 17:41:33 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Holy jumping Jesus. Liked it.
Really liked the casual way this horrific bit was described...
"Something happens to me physically when she's filling me with her malice and its getting worse. Where there used to be the tiniest bead of red on the sheet under my nose, there is now a stain the size of a dinner plate."