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.

3 comments:

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.