I've stripped away the sinew and rot of the flesh and released from within my inhibitions, my pigfaced demons. I've torn a hole in my flesh at the sternum and think to myself, as the first claws his way out of my ribs with his jagged teeth and flops onto the ground with a sated plop, they ain't pretty. One has an overbite that hangs below his little piggly snout and the incisors curve into fangs. He has a smile that says, "see ya, homie!" The drone of their wings flapping around me and their squeals ringing in my ears fade and I'm left in a pile of wet bones, all blood and pulp. I try to speak and my mouths renders a flaccid gurgle, a bloody bubble bursting against where my cheek should be but where, instead, my eye is. That eye gets scooped up and swallowed in a gulp by pigfaced demon 1 and he waves and screams vociferously about what I could have been.