Monday, July 18, 2022

Exquisite Corpse

I found no joy in gross mutilation or dismemberment, not then; it was the subtle whisper and slice of the razor that appealed to me. I liked my boys as they were, big dead dolls with an extra weeping crimson mouth or two. I would keep them with me for as much as a week, until the smell in my flat grew obvious. I did not find the odour of death unpleasant. It was rather like cut flowers left too long in stagnant water, a heavy sickish sweetness that coated the nostrils and curled into the back of the throat with every breath.

Poppy Z. Brite

Image by Douglas Carson.


Sara said...

This. Is. Rad.
It reminds me of your stuff a LOT

Rot said...

I thought it was really cool.

Mike C(JASONV123) said...

I instantly smelled rotten flesh reading this, lol.