Wings of Decomposition: The Human Cocoon

It was not a disease. It was not an invasion. It was a harvest.It started with a smell. Then a stain on his chest. Then the terrifying realization: every dark thought, every guilt, every buried fear — all of it served as food. For years. Silently.What grew inside him was not a tumor. It was a promise. And when it no longer fit inside the shell that had housed it since birth…it opened.It will not b...