From the depths of darkness, Jack o’Lantis thrashed into our town with a host of horrors, her pitchdent shark head searching for prey. Her maw tore at the dei drops connecting us to all good things, and she fed off this frenzy, slurping to satiate her terrible needs. Those marked with her teeth began also to roam under overcast skies, their ampullae-equipped noses seeking more souls and dei lines to dei-ssipate and dei-ssolve, to satisfy their newfound thirsts.

© 2020 Kelly Ishikawa

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