ππππ ππππππ’ πππππππ ππ:@arachnidsGalvanized Cold. Complete, total cold. It wasn't fleeting, it was consuming, but not in that sharp, stinging way. It was simply a lack of heat, any body warmth once retained stripped away from your broken, shattered body. You couldn't think. All you could feel was a dull, throbbing ache, throughout what was left of your tired, burning husk. It couldn't be called a body anymore; there was too much blood, sinew, bone. Your already decaying shell bloomed open on the metal flooring like a blue carnation, tissue and organs and limbs blown to shreds. That little box still held in your hand, blackened from the explosive impact you can barely remember. You don't remember dying. You don't remember the pain; you can feel yourself, or what once was you, under your wispy touch. You've never been so terrified in your life, or infuriated. This is how it ends? You were supposed to do great things. You were a hero! And yet, what did you REALLY have to show for it? What did you ever gain? You'd lost everyone, and surely no one would miss you. The thought is debilitating to admit, but with this new reality setting in, you feel you owe it to yourself to accept it. Maybe, this really is what you deserved. You don't know how long you linger in the air, in a state of wounded clarity, before you hear your front door open, a gruff voice calling for you. This one's is rough... I'm sorry. #gore #body-horror #cw-self-harm πΌπππππ’ πππ
urgh. i still uh, 8arely remem8er it⦠jesus.
It's your to bare again, take care of yourself.
