A young man steps out, approaches and enters through the front door. […] He spits on the carpet. He’s moving through the first floor, breaking and exciting things. He goes to the basement and stands at the top of the stairs. I’m angry at him so I slam the door and he falls down. We can feel his bones snapping.[…] We can feel him being ground up, dissolved and torn, splitting and shredding. I leave the door closed. I close my eyes and try to sleep. The teeth continue growing on me until there is nothing left on me but teeth, and gums, and sinew.
hey dude, idk how much you remember from the party last night but- yeah, everyone saw your want. yeah no it was pretty late and winding down so it was quiet enough that every single person there saw it throbbing and twitching in your chest and so wet with hunger it was glistening under the kitchen light. they said it looked like it was reaching for something
