How can I look at the humans if I can’t stop cashing out their eyes?
How can I look at myself again? I don’t have a clue, not a fucking clue.
I wanna look into their eyes, into their skull, into their brain.
I wanna stare deep into their humanity. Their sanity.
Remind myself they don’t care about me. But how do I live with myself?
I need another monster to check if I have a pulse—despite my atrocious fever.
What’s really going on with me? Why do I smell this way?
Just below my skin, the worms are crawling . . .
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Nathan Harker
Nathan Harker is a qualified Mechanical Engineer and passionate writer of the grotesque. His stories will push the boundaries of your imagination. Take you on a journey to the unreal. He also helps other authors improve their writing skill
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