consumption

comparable to a parasite but with a higher mortality rate it has opened its mouth and found a way to my insides it began to multiply an asexual creature and slowly I was being consumed they nested in the linings of my stomach giving me sudden lurches which triggered my anxiety then frolicked in my eyelids irritating the iris and I was forced to cry then such creatures tunneled their way back to my flaking epidermis and for a split second my body remained its shape but one could soon see I fell victim to a consumption

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