Tiffany Ervin

The Corruption

My hands trembled as they wiped away warm beads of sweat that dripped down and burned my eyes. The taste of copper still lingered in my mouth. I frantically ripped the wires from my scalp and torso that tethered me to the motionless body laying before me. My blurry vision began to clear, and I could feel my face contort with disgust as I scanned its features. It was like staring into a mirror, a cold lifeless version of myself. Down to the thick black locks of hair and brown pear-shaped birthmark below its left eye, she…it was identical. Its almond-shaped eyes, wide open, staring back at me; they looked just like my own, but this person…this thing was not me; it wasn’t even human.