Perturbed Oblivion

Credulous

Cold, sweaty skin shimmered in the moonlight that strayed in like streaks through the blinds that were variously missing. I took in a deep shaky breath as I ran a hand through my damp hair. The air was frigid, the proof evident in the puffs of breath that came out in fine white mist. Cloud-like and wispy I could not dwell on the beauty for the sudden change in temperature. If it could have even been possible, the temperature then dropped, colder than before. Looking downward at my hands, my fingertips starting upwards were becoming black with the onset of frostbite. To make matters worse, I had not been wearing any shoes and I was clad only in my thin pajamas. Seeking the summer warmth I made my way to the front of my house to the door leading to that sweet heat. As I ventured north from my room, the walls of the house grew distorted, the furniture was rotting from the inside out. Disturbing the strange sereneness of the house the booming voice of my father reverberated throughout the stale atmosphere. Suddenly, she appeared before me, clothed in ragged off white and filthy locks of brown caked with dirt. She smelled of the rot that plagued the couches and of the sulfur that encases the air of hell. With eyes dark and devoid of any and all life. My mother, slowly her lips parted into a sickly sinister grin. She traced her nails across my jaw, digging them into the soft flesh her grin progressed as I hissed in pain. That is all I could do, stupidly frozen where I stood..there was simply nothing I could do. She traveled lower with one hand whilst the other slowly opened my mouth. With a flick of her wrist she yanked open my mouth, my tongue laying lifelessly as my throat constricted to scream, to yell for anyone to help as she stuffed her fingers down my throat. She made sure to scratch and make bleed every crevasse that I harbored. Slicing thinly, little lines horizontally along my throat, she was deliberate. She reached into my chest, wrapped her hand around my beating heart and squeezed. Choking on my coagulating blood and free falling tears, my screams were muffled by my retching. Yellow was the bile that flowed from the corners of my mouth and nostrils. Tearing the clammy skin that had once clung to me
she devoured my still beating heart.