Bryce A. Taylor writes from Spring, Texas. His fiction and poetry have appeared or are forthcoming in Image, America, Literary Orphans, Dappled Things, Aurorean, Lydwine Journal, and Macrina Magazine. You can find him on Twitter at @mrbrycetaylor.
Lying in bed last night I felt fingers reach in, grabbing. I opened in spite of myself as you clawed me with your fingernails, flattened, panicked. Split throat, iron tongue, white masks ranged overhead, the rings on their fingers scraping me as they reached in to take you.
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