Rarity's Upbraid

It got me. It's not fair. 
The smooze managed to crawl inside of my maw, like a parasite. I was so focused on myself, how I looked in a stupid mirror, that before I even realized it, I was gone, in a way. Practically every hole of mine is dripping with purplish tar. I am unrecognizable to the pony's pupil now. One could even say, ruined. 
It's been several hours since it took over my body. I can't talk, or breathe normally. Cut me; I bleed acid. I can't even cry right without black drying up over my cheeks. I don't believe anyone has come looking for me, just yet. Could they be thinking that I'm just fine? That I can take care of myself? What a load of drivel. Taking care of myself, like they would've wanted, led me to becoming a dummy for the putrid slime that writhed in the streets last night. If they cared for me, they would've come looking for me.
When it reached my crevices, I screamed like I've never screamed before. I bellowed to the sky, begging for help. Twilight, Rainbow Dash, anyone. I got nothing. I tried so hard to get someone to come looking for me, but then it muffled me. The smooze rammed itself inside of my lungs, and my stomach, leaving just enough for me to be alive. It felt like someone was stuffing me with clay until I was frozen, like a statue. 
I arose from the ground when it died down, making my way over to my home. Home, sweet home, untainted, until I went inside. I left a trail that crawled under the doorway, surrounding my hooves. I stumbled and fumbled. Trudged and tramped, until I eventually fell flat on my face, my nose breaking with a sickening crack.
That was then, this is now. I've been sitting in piles of my own filth, all darkened from the disgusting slop that drained me, but just barely kept my heart beating. I can't move. I can't even use my magic to stab myself. It's like this sludge wants the pain to be constant for me, to show me that this is what I get for being so selfish. All these living years.
I hear them, finally. Their voices shouting out to me on the other side of my front door. Is the poor filly that is my sister even concerned? She and the others didn't come back for me until six in the morning. Maybe the evacuation lasted longer than I thought. I don't know.
I heard hoofsteps traverse down the hallway. The shadows grew taller and taller. I can't wait for them to see what their idiocy prevented them from rescuing.
Weep all you want. It's too late, anyway.
Category:My Little Pony
Category:Death
Category:Disgusting
Category:Shortpasta
Category:Lafawnda's Reading Hour