Smile

I gazed into the mirror, and saw my own face being consumed by the smiling mouth that had been surgically attached to my stomach, its lips stitching into my skin as it fed on my intestines and screamed with an otherworldly hunger. When the mouth finally burst open, it vomited forth a torrent of blood, teeth, and torn memories, and I realized I was now the feast, forever devouring my own sanity.

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