Remember your childhood dog?
Remember you never had a childhood dog?
Notice the sound of panting faintly behind you.
Notice how quiet everything else is.
Look closely at your reflection.
See the disembodied canine head floating over your left shoulder.
It looks happy. Its mouth hangs widely in an open smile.
Too widely. You see the muscles in its jaw are rotting.
Look closer - you see maggots writhing in the festering flesh.
They drop to the floor and vanish. You wonder where they go to.
You try to ignore the dog that looks very much like the one you had
or never had. You can't remember anymore.
It's been weeks now. The head continues to follow you and rot with you.
You've grown used to sweeping its flesh off the floor. The maggots still vanish.
You wonder why it never smells. Rotting flesh should smell vile.
You smell nothing. The head is mostly flesh and maggots. The fur is gone.
The flesh is scarce now. The maggots have left. It still grins.
You continue as normal.
You cut yourself while peeling potatoes.
So that's where the maggots went.
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