Doctor Zabooso

By Brandon Salkil

Be wary, dear wanderer, when feeling the urge to investigate the abandoned house over the hill; the rumors of a malignant mouth stitched to the far wall of the library are quite true.

Those mammoth lips will curl back to reveal overbearing teeth that, when casually opened, will release inveigle words and seductive gestures.

By then, it’ll be too late for you.

Transfixed, you’ll be, watching the tongue slither past the dancing uvula and bring with it a festering breath.

Crawl inside, you will.

Be absorbed, you must.

This, dear wanderer, is Doctor Zabooso.

And he patiently awaits for your arrival.