New adventures, trekking through jungles, Floating down the Amazon. It was all that she had dreamed; A graduation thrill.

New adventures,

Spanish speaking guides offered to take her to El Dorado.

There she drifted, through heaven’s lost land, Shaded by her broad-rimmed hat.

Naive, but daring, Gemma admired paradise; Nights spent camping by a fire, With a couple of friends.

Turns taken, watching out for bandits, or worse!

Naive, but daring, they begged to go further, And the guides were happy to oblige.

The five delved deeper each day, snaking down river.

Civilisation lost to a dream.

Shallows grounded the boat unexpectedly, The guides suggested abandoning ship.

Through deep jungles they walked at the water’s edge, Nightmarish to ones so naive.

Dusk came upon them, and sleep followed; A deep sleep, stemming from the guides’ polluted waters.

Drifting or lifted, yet unable to move, She surrendered her fate to the moon.

Shallows washed about them after dusk fell. Deep, limp in dreams, she flowed and snaked, Until waking suddenly!

Strapped and tied.

No feat of man created such a web.

New adventures drenched in horror,

The silky binds held fast about her,

Spreading, weaving.

Her helpless, hapless form fastened tightly to the web.

New adventures, so far from home.

Shallows washed by her as the web stretched tree to tree.

In the moonlight her silhouette hung like a fly trapped.

Gemma’s screams were silent as her body immobilised,

Poison spread through, stilling her desperate form.

Drifting along the shallows a massive serpent drew near,

Snaking along the river like a diabolical moonlit demon.

She was his sacrifice, an offering for peace, Taken to appease his famished wrath.

Drifting towards her paralysed shell, Fear gurgled inside.

Snaking around her, analysing his prey, ready to devour.

His tongue flicked over her skin, caressing her like a lover,

Until the tail encompassed her; squeezing, pulling her forth.

Wrapped in his coils, dragged to his cavernous, watery lair;

Helpless and hapless.

New, darker adventures loomed.

Alone with the predator the numbness slightly abated, She pulled herself from the beast, as he watched, Tantalised.

She implored him, dragging herself away, pleading for a saviour,

No one came.

His gigantic form followed her, hunted her. Wrapped in his coils once again, crushed into submission,

As his fang pierced her head, peeling back the skin.

Careful cuts and incisions to strip his prey bare, Flayed for the feast.

Her woeful cries unanswered,

As the skin was torn from her flesh, peeled away and dropped.

Burning, torturous burning, raw and electrifying.

He crushed her burning frame, but still she lived. His mouth engulfed her head and widened to swallow her whole,

Flames of acid slowly rose, oh so slowly.

Gemma is on a new adventure,

Digested alive,

Only bones will be found in the golden land.