Standing with a slight slant, the head seemed to
be twisted on just right.

Collared shirt and tie. presentable to who, I
don't know. A smile stretched

across the face with puppet strings holding each
side up. My head fills with

images of old horror films. A smile stretched
across the face with puppet

strings holding each side up. Severed limbs,
headless torsos. Doesn't that

ever wake you during the night? Demon shaded
light tones tip toe around my

comatose body. Disturbing tremors creep
underneath skin layers. My eyes burn

from the salt that was there. Just remember, the
narrator's only there for

advice.