The trio of friends, A, B, and C, stood outside a bar named Soup. It was a bustling Friday night for young letters, but A was spoiling the fun. She had run outside the bar and vomited in the bushes. C rubbed her back, trying to sober her up. B fidgeted with a hole in […]
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I am aware of the ability to possess flesh. To take up inhabitants of a body with enough force. One thing that has never occurred to me is the ability to do so in one’s soul. I think to myself, have I been molded to this thing? Am I still myself.. A being with static
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If I could just eat a little bit of her. Maybe gnaw on her fingertips, or peel away the top layer of flesh from her neck, I think I would be satiated. I’ve never known hunger like this before. Like my belly has been hollowed out from the inside. Involuntarily, I lick my lips. I reach out my tongue and lick her cool skin. I shudder with the sensation of it, the taste. I go in for a bite.
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