Date: Mon, 18 Jan 1999 16:37:40 -0500
From: Kafka Dreams
To: void
Subject: The Monster


The Monster

She tore him apart before my eyes.  I mean, she split him down the
center and exposed his life - that which filled him, defined him,
sustained him.

All grins and dimples, she scraped those perfect teeth across his
flesh, relishing him, consuming him.  I felt him go - his passing was
slow, agonized.  And when he was empty, her delicate pink tongue
caressed the remains, cleaning the scraps.

Finally, she consumed the shell he had once been - crunching with
obvious pleasure, swallowing with a satisfied sigh.  

And when she smacked her lips and smiled at me in anticipation, I
could see what was left of him, gobbets of his flesh caught between
those rows of pure white gravestones.

I dreaded the words that came from beyond my tormentor, behind and
above, the words that had sent so many of my comrades to their deaths.
The words that would come for me now.  I heard the rumble before they
were spoken and knew, to the core of my being, that they would be my
death call...

"Would you like another cookie, sweetie?"

Kelly J. Cooper
18 Jan 1998