| VENEMOUS PERCEPTION The face grew insidiously inside the room disproportionate to everything else including the body to which it should have been attatched only now it wasn't..... it was an entity of it's own, and the mouth, mercilessly macabre and jabbering expanded in size and volume LOUD--- too loud and eerie, with sounds directed at her, talking to her but she could not understand. She could hear all too well, but not understand. The words swirling stagnant in her brain were somehow derailed before reaching station sense; a silent switch of tricky track, a distant destination. As the mouth grew giantly gaping, the face diminished, then disappeared; it was now all she could see in great ghastly detail,... every toothy tooth; it seemed it would swallow her. As the wave of doom and fear swelled, spilling it's biting venom, the dreaded snake of torment twisting, coiling, striking... deadened her. The lips grew scaly skin; the tongue forked and felonious, still without face. She sat petrified and wooden, hoping that the mouth would stop talking soon, and the snake would slither away. Sarah Gallant © 2001-2002 |