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when it's quiet,... that's when the bad things come out. 

and they feed on the parts of you that you thought you'd killed. 

but you never really get rid of them,... a small bit always escapes, slips into a little crevice and lingers, and festers,...

if you're lucky though,...

one day you might sit across from someone,...

and for some unknown reason be brave enough to reach down your throat and plop the latest handful of moldy fetid you onto the table. 

and they too, for some reason unknown to them, will feel the urge to do the same.

and your respective growths will slither towards each other,...

and you'll watch in utter revulsion as they intertwine next to the fake plastic flowers on the table. 

lit by the flat fluorescent lights of the roadside family restaurant, they will struggle at first, rather violently perhaps,... making a sticky dark red puddle on the vinyl counter top beneath them.

but eventually, an equilibrium will be reached,...

and they will wind up squeezing the life out of each other,...

and they will stop,...exhausted, they will both die, finally, once and for all.

and you'll look into the eyes of your dinner companion,...

and while you finish your steak,...

with a grin on your face, you'll both quietly try and work out the unlikely probability of the two of you ever having met. 

Shuji MoriwakiComment