• His teeth were straight and white. This was the only remarkable part of him at all. Nothing, from his dusty black hair to his middle sized feet, could compare to this one feature. All about him dimmed in comparison.

    I found myself falling for his smile, the way he ate his lunch. Quickly, infatuation fell to obsession and obsession to stalking. Every thought, every action, every moment was influenced by the perfection of his teeth. I was a slave to their gleaming perfection.

    It was not until the day that those teeth would be mine would I be satisfied. Not the passionate graze of their sometimes sharp, other times rounded tips against my own flushed skin, nor the high pressure of them tearing into my flesh could satisfy my intense hunger. These only fed the fire.

    I did not fight as the heat consumed me; I only watched as my life went up in flames.