Dead Inside

by Chandler Morrison

Tell me, at what age do people stop being so bothersome to you?” “They don’t,” I’d said.

Consider this your goddamn trigger warning.

Cannibalism really isn’t my thing, but there’s nothing wrong with getting a little kinky now and again.

“That’s how it’s always been. It’s all I want. It’s what I crave.”

Emotions gross me out, especially when they’re visible. People gross me out. Especially when they’re visible.

Or maybe she really can relate to me. Shit, wouldn’t that be a trip and a half.

And I’ve always fancied myself to be a bit of a sociopath, for fuck’s sake.

I’m relating to another human being. Hold the phone and shoot me in the fucking face.

I have commenced small talk.