The Bones

It spent its eternity searching for the right tune to its laugh, wishing it disastrous but immaculate. It had its million eyes set in everything in a miniscule, useless soul in one star, one touch, one smile, one mind. Possession was its illness. Its only purpose was life in death, if it failed, it could always embrace death in life. To meal once was a feast for millennia. It reeked of enigmatic non-breathing, searching for vessels, destroying continents, making people fall in hate with each other, searching for bodies and, so it was, that it came close to her, for this time it was a she, beautiful, innocent, pure, human, its.

To eat the bones and remove the poisoned soul impregnated in her, it started by studying her features, shaping its form, its manners, its nothingness closer to what her mind could comprehend. It would need her alone, it would need her smiling and content, it would need her perfectly humane for her soul would be at its weakest the happier she got.

Her emotional nakedness came to it as a surprise when it attacked. She did the face, that disgusting face one makes when one thinks of god, and family, and friends one last time and wishes them here and there, and then she surrendered. It advanced. It forced its way through her mouth, clawing, scratching, screeching, as she felt and screamed, and it pushed, tearing, sliding like a serpent and killing as if covered in thorns and venom. She struggled and cried but felt her pulse slowing, her breathing becoming thick and forgetful, her mind fading into thoughts and dreams of despair and void. It pushed itself, through her teeth, into her throat and slowly unveiled and uncovered its many legs and its many arms across, up through her nose, her eyes, her ears, her brain, and down, into her chest, her stomach, her legs and her non-humanness. It killed it all, it cut and made blood, it heated, it froze, it bit and knifed and burned with its ghastly fangs, it drowned her in pus and mud, a wuthering closing within her.

The pain was over as she gaped at the mirrors, the infinite mirrors staring back as she gasped and gasped for the last breaths of fresh air and felt the stinging sensation of losing her arms, her legs, her sense of self. Its eyes dragged themselves into the reflection of her, the death of her body, her soul leaving, mugged, invisible, drugged, beaten, and crippled watching over, leaving, leaving, the closeness of a womanhood, her heart beating, one last time, her humanity stripped away into the ethereal numbness. She went nowhere, her wretched soul and her disfigured pieces condemned to wander in search of a body that would not betray them.

It awoke many hours later, fuming, tasting its new female from inside and out, savoring the crunchy bones of a soulless vessel, pulling her skin and her beautiful mother hands, its nice daughter legs, its strong lover abdomen toward its center, absorbed. And once the bones were eaten, it spat out what sickened him most. The loss of an innocent life, another mind haunting it, a memory still in the eyes of a million, a creature once of life blotched in the view, a real restless hunger, an undying thirst for more in agony and despair. The crackle of the bone, the scream before, etched in the unknown consciousness forevermore. But it could not live without its bones, the alternative was much worse.