#12 Connor Davey

A small purple ant, crawling from beneath your lower eyelid.

A larger ant, its exterior a whitened pearl, finds its way out from within your nose and laughs hysterically at your face, which is now sporting no features but a large vertical slit down its middle.

From the slit oozes a thick, green makeshift  smoothie of numbers and matter.
You grow a mouth, you taste it. You weep.
Connor Davey.
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