"When a boy's mouth collapses into itself, tiny flames release from his limbs." -Eric Baus, from Tuned Droves

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I go to my doctor, and tell him I have little beasts inside of me, replacing all of my internal organs. He sends me to a psychiatrist, who then sends me to a mental institution after it’s clear that I’ll never give up this crazy idea, and thus am a lunatic. In the institution, I speak with everyone, and tell them about the little beasts. I can’t tell the beasts and myself apart, anymore I say. We can’t either they say.