Avatar Author: J. A. Keane J. A. Keane has spent the majority of his 19 years trying to act like a somewhat normal member of modern society, but seeing as nobody else seems to be acting normal these days (which basically makes the entire concept of... Read Bio

There I am.
Here is me.

I stare at him. He is me, and his face is mine.

The face.
Copied verbatim in the cool gleam of the silver.
Moonlight’s glare leaves the face in half-shadow.

I see it in his face, and feel it in mine.

I feel it – know it – is in there.
Under there.
Living there.

(they, them)
—thrives in the space between the skin and flesh.

They always escape. They always elude. They always avoid my blade.

The blade.
I hold it up, and so does he.
Flash of light as moonlight’s glare hits its edge.


No hesitation as we plunge the blade into our cheek where we catch one as the others wriggle away before we pull out the blade and slice upwards and nick the eye but can’t stop now they’re crawling under my nose slice there slice the other cheek slice the forehead stab stab stab the chin we almost have it! there’s one more there we’re almost done ignore the trickling into the sink ignore the unhinged jaw please god LET ME GET IT

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  1. Avatar Infinity.

    This sort of reminds me for what I did in my challenge but more towards how it ended as opposed to the whole story.
    But I really like how you wrote his insanity. How he says that they always escape and how he’s completely okay with stabbing his own face…
    Disturbing & really good!

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