Content warning: on-page death

In the guise of your front door, I awaited your return home.

For weeks, I’d lurked there. You’d turned my limb shaped like your doorknob, not noticing the slight give to the bronze. You’d hung your Christmas wreath on the red door of my tongue, missing my fetid breath.

You’d missed my eye watching you from within the peephole.

But tonight, you staggered up the porch, tipsy with New Year cheer. Full of delicious, fermented chemicals.

My favorite.

Unable to contain myself anymore, I draped my enormous tongue over you and slurped you right up.

Cheers to a new year.

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