August 28, 2014

“Sometimes we took turns sitting on the cadaver’s lap. It was desperate for human contact and we were happy to oblige. We loved the musky smell that came from its shoulders. Sometimes in our hunger, we would stick our tongues out and push them into the cadaver’s ears, lapping around the whorls until a chunk of waxy meat came free. We ate that chunk quickly, then reached in for more. More often than that we curled up on the cadaver and whispered our darkest secrets into its mouth. We told the cadaver that we wanted to put the baby into the dryer. We told the cadaver that when nervous we couldn’t help but stick handfuls of hair into our mouths. The hair could either be from our heads or taken from numerous floors, both strange and familiar. We told the cadaver that for a month straight, we ate all the green meat we could find, then suffered a debilitating stomach ache.”

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