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Forest
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Category:
Horror/Thriller › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
925
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Forest
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I walk straight forward, valves wide open. I am angry. I am so angry I could eat someone, nail someone, fuck! I am so angry I could kill you.
There is that deep forest between you and my rage. I cannot find a way out. Where are you hiding, dear? I am so very lonely.
There are wolves, packs of wolves that will not stop following me, all around me, nested even in the bottom of my heart. Why won’t they go? Why do you make them stay, you devil? Do you enjoy torturing me this much? I will devour your insides, boy. But first, I will gobble your screams.
Please, when the time comes, remember: do not scream too loud, no matter how much you want to please me. We do not want to be full before we feasted on your flesh, do we?
Where are you? Trees, trees…
Where are you?
Trees, dark, brambles, trees. Whatever, I am naked. That night you stole my clothes, you stole my pride, heart and body.
Or was that you? Or was that me?
Trees, trees, trees.
Pale corpses, pale whining corpses all around me.
Won’t you stop singing, love? I am busy. See: those are lovely guts you got here.
Trees, trees, trees again, again!
I lost you once more. You are just so sneaky. It doesn’t matter: you won’t be able to run that far anyway. What with that belly wide-open and those punctured eyes? Oh, I just love following the shiny trail of your blood in the dirt! It smells gorgeous, you have no idea.
Stop saying you are sorry. Stop saying you are sorry! I CAN’T! I can’t stop saying I am sorry! God, I am so sorry…
But I still love you, yes, I still do.
Look, I just got your heart. I am in it now, see? My whole face is wrapped in. You can’t make me go this time, playful thing. Not that you wish to, right?
It is so warm in your heart, so warm. No matter how wet you are, you are still so nice and cuddly!
I just wish you were not so dead.
You were such a lovely boy.
But you will not put the blame on me, right? You used to know the likes of me.
Sweet little flower, you taste heavenly. I hope that is where you are…
May your gentle soul find its way above those dreadful trees.
For I lie there, so very happy, reborn from your own entrails
And the last thing I wish is for you to be sad.
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