the seduction of darkness

as she groped darkness, it felt like an old lover. effortlessly, they became one, as they danced to the silent music. darkness flashed bright, and she held on tight. it was the lover that had never really let go, lurking when she needed him most. surrendering, it was the most wonderful feeling in the world.

and out of nowhere, just like that, a throbbing began on her right arm. but darkness brushed it away, and it became alright. their dance continued in heated passion, and she began to sweat. beads of perspiration rolled down her neck, onto her heaving chest. it was the best she ever had.

and just as it went away, the throbbing came back, this time harder and more urgent. she waited for darkness to make it go away, but his hands never came. it became a push, then another. she started to panic, and whirled wildly around. she and darkness lost that momentum, and she reached out in all directions, trying to grab onto something. darkness became further, and she stumbled to get closer. the pushing became shoving.

soon she realised she couldn't turn back. the hands forbade it. and the hands delievered her to death, who was waiting with darkness.