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Bad moth Mojo 2
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Bad moth Mojo 2 |
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JamesBowie Member
since 2000-11-25
Posts 252big old Bangor Maine up by the shack |
as I walked into my kitchen on this bright clear morning, I sat down for a good breakfast.Unseen by me was a soft wing that fell off the box of cereal as I put it on the table. Now with spoon in hand I noticed round eggs floating in the bowl, on my spoon, in my mouth. Memories flooded back as I spit milk all down my arm. Eggs. A brood, in my cereal and in my stomach. I cried as I slammed the table to the wall and turned to face my foe. I could not see her, but I could feel her eyes upon me. No this time it was not my dog,it is but a brother to the butterfly, a bad mojo moth. My skin crawls around on my now rigid muscles, taught with cold shivering blood. I noticed my dog curled up on the floor and murmuring something"the th the horror, the horror" as his eyes floated in and out of focus. "Damn you, Damn you all", I shouted as I ran across the kitchen, never seeing the cleverly spilled water spot that sent me slipping, sprawled against the kitchen cabinet. And as I lay there, I saw the mother moth hovering above me. Fat and bloated with writhing eggs, she was held aloft by drone moths who wore nose clips because of her fetid stench. They plopped her on me as maggot babies came from all sides of the room and lassoed me with god awfully strong silk. I cried as she slimed her way on to my face, and I could hear her voice calling to me like two dogs having unprotected sex under the shadow of a harvest moon. "You shall be my eyes and ears to the world, my son, and you will learn to appreciate my beauty." And then she licked her cold tongue across my forehead as she prepared to fill me with her demon seed. And in my mind I could see the two dogs humping. Maybe I was communicating with my dog, but it gave me strength. I kicked free from my restraints as my dogs eyes deglazed and he cried" Freeeeeeedooooommm". I threw the moth against the cabinet and all she did was shrug. The maggots crunched under my feet and I could hear her cry "my babies" as I ran. But she was faster and threw out a leg to trip me. As I fell I reached out and grabbed my can opener. she slapped me and rolled me onto my back. She said,"all this action really turns me on". As I rolled to face her, I said"then turn this on" as I jammed the can opener on her face and opened her like charlie the tuna. I rolled away and wiped her filthy ooze from me, wincing at the feel and the memories that it would always carry. And through all of this, one clear thougt came to my head. " Damn I need to put some screens on my windows." [This message has been edited by Denise (edited 05-26-2001).] |
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latin passion Senior Member
since 2001-04-26
Posts 576 |
WOW---Wow, what a visual, I read this several times, and each time sent my heart racing. As much as I love butterflies, this left a errie feeling. Can't quite catch my breath. Had me going there for a moment. The ending - remind me to close my windows. WOW! let our hands communicate what's in our heart. A Wisp of a brush... |
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