10 Oct 2019

We Are 138 #44 - Smile

That is not me.

I don't know who it is, but it sure as hell is not me.

Sunken eyes and sharpened cheeks, one whose own skin has rebelled against him. Such cowardice, failure manifest as skin and bones and blood and guts and wait...

Why am I smiling?

I don't remember smiling, but there it is - look at those pearly yellows!

Strange though.

I remember somebody once telling me you could hear a smile through a phone call. So even if you can't see it, you should do it anyway.

I see it. I don't feel it.

I see it, but I do not feel it.

I am staring right the fuck at it - but my mouth is shut and static.

A hundred thousand mirror shards scatter in unison.

I wonder if they can see me smiling?


Tom Miles is an aspiring writer with the blood of a poet. A huge fan of tentacles and Lovecraftian themes.

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