She’s slimy in my mouth. Her eyes are blank, but she must be somewhere. I firmly hold her head and chew the brain tissue, pulling and forcing it to snap. The outer layer has a marshmallow-like texture. My teeth pop the pillow crust and the juices flow onto my tongue. I wonder if I’m ingesting her mind.

        I feel her slide from my hands. Her head bobs off my knee and starts scraping against the ground. I look up and I see this scraggily, homeless-looking fuck.

        “What are you doin’?” I ask with spit flying out of my mouth.

        The man who’s pulling the corpse says nothing. My words turn to growls as I rise off my feet and lunge at him. His expression is as dead as the corpse in his hands. I throw my fist into his face, but he doesn’t respond. The skin bruises, yet his mind is too far gone. I scream at his absurdness. He does not twitch. His only intent is the corpse. My teeth ravage his flesh. I claw at his eyes and pound at his weight. Red and purple splotches douse my face. Unnerved, I grind my boot; I twist and raze his shape.

        My corpse waits. I lay down next to her and touch her cheek. Her eyes are blank, but I look to them with the thought to decipher.