They Lurk Underneath by Andrew Kurtz

The holes appeared overnight, perfect circles boring through Stacy Wright's palms like cigarette burns through silk. By morning, something writhed beneath the inflamed, weeping edges.

She tried tweezers first, then sewing needles, digging frantically as the pale larvae burrowed deeper into her pink flesh. Crimson blood pooled in her cupped hands, sticky and warm, but the parasites kept tunnelling through quivering muscle, gnawing relentlessly toward brittle bone.

The searing pain drove her to the kitchen knife's gleaming edge. She pressed the cold blade to her pulsing wrist as a fat, segmented grub pushed through the raw meat of her thumb.