Teeth out

Take life and death by the hands and let them meet in the middle. Fuse them into something that is neither one nor the other and see what becomes of your mortal body.

You need to eat. I offer my flesh, but you always turn me down. If you truly loved me you would consume me.

Hello, my name is. But I am not. My form is not. My body (is this even a body?) is not. And yet my name is.

Hello, my name is. But I am not. My form is not. My body (is this even a body?) is not. And yet my name is.

Let the cold in, just this once. Be rid of your natural and unnatural warmth as the cold envelops your form. Seeping into your skin, your muscles, your blood, your bones. A frigid figure standing there. Oh how marvelously cold you will become.

IT CAME OUT OF YOUR TRACHEA WITH A PAIN UNLIKE ANYTHING ELSE YOU HAD EVER EXPERIENCED BEFORE AND THOUGH THE SCAR IT LEFT WAS ELEGANT AND SKILLFULLY GIVEN YOU WERE NEVER THE SAME AND TRY AS YOU MIGHT YOU NEVER WILL BE

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