Them

by Mique Watson

“What the fuck?”

“... they look like people.”

a grin that seemed to be a rehearsed parody of what a smile ought to look like.

the membrane of her flesh.

I just need you to watch what’s about to happen.

I thought you loved me.

What did I do wrong?

“I don’t wanna die… I don’t wanna die!”

you better not look away, bitch.”

You have to go. You have to go.

All she had left of him was the repugnant image of his entrails sweeping the floor.

“Whatever that was, I don’t like it.”

There’s no such things as monsters, right? Right?

please don’t leave me.”

lewd acts of vile degradation.

“I guess nice girls die too.”

Could I be on the verge of losing my humanity?

Human nature, in all of its destructiveness, was laid bare in all its brutal honesty.

an abattoir of viscera and debauchery.