The earth in one corner of the graveyard seemed blacker than the rest. The grave we sought was marked only by a crude cross of charred and twisted wood. We were skilled at the art of violating the dead; soon we had the coffin uncovered. The boards were warped by years of burial in wet, foul earth. Louis pried up the lid with his spade and, by the moon's meager and watery light, we gazed upon what lay within.
Poppy Z. Brite
6 comments:
Nice pic! Skeletons in pine boxes are always cool.
Thanks!
Yeah, great lighting!
Thanks!!
What story is that quote from?
Mr. Macabre
The blog post title is the short story title..
here's the link:
https://talesofmytery.blogspot.com/2014/06/poppy-z-brite-his-mouth-will-taste-of.html
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