Last year during the summer, a hiker tried to walk across Death Valley in
an attempt to conquer nature. He packed all the gear necessary for surviving
the walk, but the combination of heat and hot light managed to perturb his
mind and made him perceive the valley as a long unending sand trap, and the
closer he got to the edge the further away it seemed. He ditched his pack to
lighten his load and carried a bottle of water. The sterile smell of heat
stabbed into his nostrils like alcohol vapors and white hot light enveloped
his head and sweat-soaked shirt and shorts. He took on the gait of a hundred
and fifty year old arthritic man and shuffled in small steps across the
desert floor of seashells, white sand, and gray desert shrubs as he passed
lizard skeletons and dried out jack rabbit carcasses. The sun shrink wrapped
the gray fur over the rabbits' undulating rib cages and dried out their
eyeballs leaving their sockets open for a view of their shriveled up black
brains. He stopped and wiped the syrupy sweat from his forehead. Dry wind
blew into his ears, and the heat slapped his sunburned neck like a wet towel.
He looked down, and in between two shrubs was a brown rattlesnake
latticed in black criss cross lines inlaid with gold diamonds. It coiled up
and its tail rattled: "ticka, ticka, ticka, ticka, ticka."
Its head poised to strike and its maw, pronged with one inch fangs,
sheathed into his stomach like an arrowhead and disappeared into him. It
gnashed and swallowed hunks of his yellow pancreas, black liver and pink
intestines and coiled up in a cubbyhole it ate out of his midsection. He
wrapped his arms around his stomach and fell onto the ground in a fetal
position. The wind rolled a tumbleweed past him, and dry hot light shrouded
him in a death blanket.
Next to the snake's tail, its uterus plopped out hundreds of white
rubbery eggs that filled up the hole in his torso, and one by one they
hatched half-inch baby snakes resembling black leeches without eyes. Their
circular mouths inset with an upper and lower mandible housed tiny serrated
teeth, and they crunched and crackled into their mother's bones and scaly
flesh as she snapped and jerked her head and speared the tiny black bodies
with her fangs. But the hundreds of them layed into her all at once like a
black cloud blocking out the sun and splashed her blood against the walls of
the cubbyhole. Her head relaxed into a blank stare and her forked tongue
twitched and hung by the side of her mouth as they fed on her until all that
was left was her skeleton mottled with scabs of red flesh sticking to her
spine while blood trickled through her empty eyesocket onto the exposed bone
of her skull and half eaten face.
He screamed and his eyes bulged as hot wind dragged sand across his face
and a jack rabbit darted past him into the bushes. Then the baby snakes
burrowed concentrically from the center of his midsection towards the edges
of his skin. Slowly mounds of his flesh formed on his body and peaked into
tiny points. His pores widened and from the openings emerged the snakes'
small black heads wiggling and shrieking like gila monsters.
"Qwhhhhhuuueeeee."
He screamed and closed his eyes as his lower jaw stretched wide down the
nape of his neck. Tears ran down his cheeks and his stomach heaved upwards
in a wide arc. Hundreds of the snakes seeped out from his shirt collar and
shorts as they covered his limbs and face and dug their teeth into the skin
around his pores and sucked his blood. His pelvis jerked up and his limbs
and head spasmed violently in erratic circles, and he gurgled a long steady
muffled scream.
The snakes yanked their mouths from his body leaving round teeth marks
and chunks of skin dangling from inch long gashes in his arms, legs, and
face. They slithered away and disappeared into the bushes. His tongue
lashed out from side to side as sweat matted his hair and misted out from the
tips of his follicles, and he gagged, "Eh. Eh. Eh. Eh. Eh. Eh. Eh."
His bloodshot eyes sank back into his head as it twisted around his
shoulders, and he squawked, gasped, and relaxed. As his limbs straightened
in paralysis, blood trickled in tiny red lines from the sides of his body
down onto the white sand where it pooled into purple gooey splotches.
Finally, his carcass relaxed, and sagging folds of his skin sloughed off and
hung down by his sides as the heat continued to wash him in white light and
the wind dragged across the bushes.
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