Upon your doorstep sat a mortifying piece – Tightly packaged parcel – Wrapped neatly with care – Initially innocuous, but upon a closer glance: Wear and much depreciation, and lacking a return address? – “Who could have sent this?” – As you bring the box inside and tear away the moldy tape and twine the gift reveals its grisly image: A grotesque visage made of bone – A human skull – No explanation – But with features that are oddly familiar – You feel an eerie sense of dread – As you run your fingers along its calcified structure – Pulling open the jaws only to find the teeth match your own – Denial sets in – This cannot be – You’re still alive, within your home – Was this sent from the future? – Or just some morbid trick? – As you peer into the empty sockets you can only guess how long until it’s your turn to be the one on the inside looking out?