The psychopaths are dying. They are dying in a swell of fresh lava expelling through their mouths. Every sound a terrifying mixture of poisonous ash and furious magma. The bubbling decay no longer able to remain within its owner. They don’t know when all this rot began. They don’t even know that it had begun at all. Maybe it was as early as the first time their mother ignored their cry. But most probably, it came with the awareness of the first benign lie society told them to help assimilate them into the ranks of granularity. But it was definitely settled in by the time they looked in the mirror and staring back at them was the emptiness of someone they no longer recognized.
Ewwww! Gross! This was so Raw! I loved every word of it.!! You are definitely unique, Tonika!