Clinton Maranto
Molecular Sculpting
I sit in their master bathroom taking pieces of shattered glass and rolling them into little marbles. The room is dim and ominous. Broken glass, a bathtub turned inside out, a mirror that has been molded like clay into perplexing swirls, and the bodies… ugh. I just needed a place to stay for the night. They denied. I should have walked away, but I didn't. Their screams were terrifying. I walk out of the bathroom to see the bodies I contorted. The husband's head almost flattened. The wife's body completely twisted. They could have children. So much for lying low.