A Postcard From Hell.
A Postcard From Hell.
©-MFB III All rights reserved
It arrived scorched,
smelling of sulphur,
combined with flesh rot
and still quite warm to the touch.
The gnarled old hand that gripped it
trembled when he saw the return address.
He had known some form of bad news
would eventually catch up to him
here in Bum-fiddle, Minnesota.
where he'd hidden out since World War two
as an entirely new person
with a history that would curl pubic hair.
His arm actually almost made it
halfway up into the stiff armed reaction,
when he saw who had sent the post.
There was no picture per say
just a hideously, distorted, melted face,
with a scalded look in a permanent scream,
and a troubling bit of a fuller brush
under the sender's nose.
The image was singed badly but familiar
and the horror in those eyes
glaring out from that postcard,
made the intestines of the old man clench
and his bowels moved
in his jockeys like the brown blur
of a race horse....at the finish line.
But it was no run for the roses.
His fingers tingled
for this mail was unnatural,
not of this world or my next
but he knew he would be
personally returning it to the sender.
On the back side
of the cursed postcard it simply read...
"It's horribly hot here....
makes the crematories
we built together
look like tanning booths. Ha,ha,ha!!
There is choking gas.....
endless starvation and thirst
I'm a living, imprisoned pile of bones
experimented on..raped and tortured
every second in all orifices
Wish you were here....instead of me...
but I hear I'll be seeing you soon!!
A few minutes later
a fist of cold stone
gripped his heart.
He broke into a cold sweat
and almost immediately
woke up in flesh peeling
walls of flame, demon' s prods
and acid enemas screaming,
as the tissues of his throat
became black encrusted scabs.
His last human memory before agony
removed all traces of what used to be
was that Postcard from Hell...
But now at long last judgement
had been served, for the Devil's
entire collection of World War II
Nazi's and Nazi sympathizers ,
was now... at long last complete.
"Peace to all men, and equal rights to all races..faiths and lifestyles"
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