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Tooth and Blur
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Tooth and Blur I had become the grief. I gnashed and bit at the air. My features corroded, and I grew new ones—fangs, fur, claw. I was all tooth and blur. I sputtered, barked. I soiled myself, owned the stench. They were forced to watch me perform these crimes. I contorted, revolted them with my contortions. I bared my ribs, emptied the contents of my mind—stores of guilt and humiliation— as though they were the contents of my stomach. I polluted the air with invectives. I had tenure as resident to their skulls. 13 ...