Living it at Spore Broth
The fork was fractal. The meat screamed. The spine inside me did too. I never wanted to swallow—but it was her birthday. Sometimes the ossification process chooses the moment, not us.
I couldn't tell where the food ended and my extensions began. I'm worried I made eye contact with my own plate. The waiter applauded. The ribcage cathedral formation was completely involuntary—beautiful but terrifying.
