100,000 Years Ago

He lulled us all to sleep with strange tomato shaped objects and as we slept we dreamed of circles set inside one another, edges teased edges, vibrated in extreme proximity. The interstices bubbled energetically as white arms curled out with teeth for fingernails set in trembling hands and clutched at our soft throats.
I can see your heartbeat through your skin. It is a conduit. The blue tinged surface moves rhythmically under the teeth as they attempt to penetrate, rend and tear. And now your esophagus moves, expanding slightly, and climbs out of your mouth like a gray worm, sightless, questing for the fingers tipped with teeth at the base of your neck. Golden ochre bile dribbles out thickly and onto the bony wrist. It withers, fingers a spasmodic blur as ribbons of flesh spiral underneath its teeth. As it thrashes away, beneath you, your head bobs to the side, black hair obscures your sides, and your esophagus falls out of your mouth into your lap. Your hand, claw like, grips it, and I wake up under your altar, under your throne, curled into myself, basking in your exotic suicide.