It started small, as most things do.
You spat blood when you brushed your teeth.
Just a little at first.
Then your teeth began to fall out.
The dentist had no explanation, neither did the doctor.
Your new teeth don't feel right.
False ones that were surprisingly cheap.
You adjusted slowly until your new teeth began to grow in.
You had no idea how, the dentist said you were seeing things,
your teeth were gone.
He gave you the number for a psychiatrist.
Your new teeth are fully grown in now.
They are a lot bigger, more pointed.
Nobody else can see them still.
You bite at your arm to make sure they are real.
The blood running down your arm suggests they are.
The blood.
The delicious blood.
Why have you never done this before?
You can't seem to get enough of it.
Your arms are falling to pieces but you can't bring yourself
to stop.
They find you with no arms, most of your legs torn to
shreds and eaten.
They are never heard from again.
You are still hungry.
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