They Want Me to Be a Hero

My teeth are having a violent carnival—— The moment the canines pierced my palate, I tasted the front lobe of my brain. The new tusks penetrated the cheeks and carved symmetrical pearl-colored holes on the cheekbones. The warm blood flowed down the grooves of the tooth enamel and condensed into crystal blood amber on the lower jaw. "Look! Sharp claws are growing between my fingers, and my spine is elongating into an arc suitable for pouncing on food. "They say this is degeneration, I say this is awakening. When my mandible was dislocated with a click and my mouth opened at a 180-degree angle, I finally tasted freedom.