Itching tendrils latch onto marrow.

Seeping into the skull.

Boiling oil.

Bursts of fever flourish from the crown.

Crawling around hair follicles.

Embers burning.

Icy fingers gouge the surface.

Digging at the force unseen.

Smoldering coals.

Hollow eyes of night see all.

Staring, frantic and wide

Stars blazing.

Ivory bone protrude from checks.

Piercing rosy flesh of youth.

Glowing crimson.

Sharp teeth snarl and gnash.

Twisting into a split grin.

Wickedly smiling.

The Skulls Fiery Barrage

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