Sunday, July 3, 2022

His Mouth Will Taste Of Wormwood

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:

Tjalgahorn said...

Nice pic! Skeletons in pine boxes are always cool.

Rot said...

Thanks!

Willow Cove said...

Yeah, great lighting!

Rot said...

Thanks!!

MR. Macabre said...

What story is that quote from?

Mr. Macabre

Rot said...

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