High listeners, I'm Ashley Flowers, and I have a story I want to tell you.

A story about a man trapped in the coils of a sinister sensation.

So gather round and listen close.

He didn't want to, he never did. He had to, regardless of what he wanted.

It was like something else took over his body when he wasn't looking.

It was sneaky, elusive. He could feel it in there just behind his ribcage,

slithering around like a bad dream after he wake up.

He cries after every time it makes him do it.

He holds each and every little body close to him as if trying to make it all better.

He never can though. They were so little, so easy to break.

He couldn't remember how many tiny garbage bags he's buried.

Maybe hundreds. Every time he dumps one, he tries hiding it less and less,

just praying that someone will find it, lock him up forever,

maybe even kill him. Just stop him. But no one ever has.

So there they still are, routing under a couple inches of dirt forever mysteries.

He can't remember a time when it wasn't there. He imagined the day he was born,

it was born with him. Maybe he absorbed a twin in the womb.

The twin who never got to live. Whatever it is, it's angry.

Whenever it crawls from his chest to his throat, he can only feel fire, hot red flashes in his mind.

It's overpowering. He can't see. He wants to vomit it all out,

spring it all over the sidewalk so he can see its ugliness.

He tried once, but it just gave him a headache. It goes from his throat to behind his eyes.

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