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Most species of rattlesnakes control just how much venom they release into their prey. The hemotoxin destroys tissue, clots blood and sometimes causes a severe paralysis. A necrosis: a caused premature death in its victims. Now, as far as monsters go. The rattlesnake is one that scares me less than the ones I've seen of late. The rattlesnake offers its victims a chance to run. Before the venom is released. Before the deadly bite. Before the pain and the paralysis. There is a rattle. Tss - tss - tss A warning for the victim tss - tss - tss to run. The monsters I've seen of late, they have a rattle, too. But it serves a different purpose. tss - tss - tss It serves to reel, meant to draw their victim in. tss - tss - tss A drum beat. A dance, a club. Bodies meet. tss - tss - tss A forked tongue, and a flash. The venom consumed: uncontrolled. And still tss - tss - tss The rattle goes on. The victim sees no danger. Rather comfort in a monster's smile. The deadly bite, it happens next. And the necrosis, the premature death, begins to take hold. A darkness consumes the conscious. A paralysis takes to the body and mind. The victim no longer has control. No longer herself. Fear, now is only of the monster -- no longer that of snakes and clowns. And nightmares make what memory exists replay. tss - tss - tss The darkness consumes again and finally. And the rattle continues.
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Sep 2, 2015
Sep 2, 2015 at 1:37 AM UTC
Necrosis
Most species of rattlesnakes control just how much venom they release into their prey. The hemotoxin destroys tissue, clots blood and sometimes causes a severe paralysis. A necrosis: a caused premature death in its victims. Now, as far as monsters go. The rattlesnake is one that scares me less than the ones I've seen of late. The rattlesnake offers its victims a chance to run. Before the venom is released. Before the deadly bite. Before the pain and the paralysis. There is a rattle. Tss - tss - tss A warning for the victim tss - tss - tss to run. The monsters I've seen of late, they have a rattle, too. But it serves a different purpose. tss - tss - tss It serves to reel, meant to draw their victim in. tss - tss - tss A drum beat. A dance, a club. Bodies meet. tss - tss - tss A forked tongue, and a flash. The venom consumed: uncontrolled. And still tss - tss - tss The rattle goes on. The victim sees no danger. Rather comfort in a monster's smile. The deadly bite, it happens next. And the necrosis, the premature death, begins to take hold. A darkness consumes the conscious. A paralysis takes to the body and mind. The victim no longer has control. No longer herself. Fear, now is only of the monster -- no longer that of snakes and clowns. And nightmares make what memory exists replay. tss - tss - tss The darkness consumes again and finally. And the rattle continues.
cullendonohue
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Sep 2, 2015
Sep 2, 2015 at 1:37 AM UTC
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