The snake tattooA Story by Red swallowDo all people have tattoos because they think they look good? Or have they had them since they were born?
My body filled with agony, It rippled through my veins I felt it rip through my body, I felt it surge toward my heart. It began to get faster and faster. I screemed till my throat ran dry, I screeched and cursed till I started to choke and cough up blood. I could taste it in my mouth, the metallic bitter substance wash inside. I could feel it clog up in my throat the sickening thirst for it. I open my eyes in excruciating pain. My eyes were blurred and had ox blood tears in them. my nose was on fire and I looked down to the floor where I had spluttered to see black goo hot and moving it slithered to my arms. It was heart thumping and it was painful. I didn't have time to feel scared or angry or anything but I lifted up my long black shirt to reveal a black snake tattoo it started moving and board into my skin that's when I blacked out I can't remember anything before that but now I can only see black,a cold horrid black, a hell black. My head starts to spin and my spin begins to break it burns and I screem out but nothing happens, I'm stuck in my black cage cursed in torture as I feel my body start to rip apart and my bones disintegrate. My eyes begin to open but takes a couple of tries to focus. I try to stand up but I can't so I reach a hand out but yet again I can't.
I turn to see what's the problem and a slink black scaly tail greets my eyes as yet again I fall back into my cage of black. © 2017 Red swallowAuthor's Note
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1 Review Added on April 26, 2017 Last Updated on April 26, 2017 AuthorRed swallowSheffield , United KingdomAboutI write because I love to, I read because I want to, Books shall forever have a place in my heart more.. |

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