I stil see them, those jagged, toothy mouths that used to open in my mind every time I'd close my eyes. I used to think those mouths, those gapes that grew, screamed, and died at the ends of their thick red and grey-fleshed stems, I used to think they were just the phantasmagoric, imagined result of a long weekend of frustrated drinking and nihilistic drug abuse. Now, I am not so sure. I've healed since then. But, the mouths, they're still screaming.

Something inside me is still screaming.

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