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By day four, she could no longer wear clothes. Fabric felt like a lie. She sat naked on the tarp-covered floor, watching her left hand slowly liquefy. The bones remained for a while—delicate, ivory-like, more honest than the skin had ever been. She arranged the fallen flakes of herself in patterns. Mandalas. Rorschach tests. A map of a country she had never visited.

The Soft Escape

“Thanatomorphose,” she whispered, or tried to. Her tongue had become a small, sweet jam. Thanatomorphose.2012.DVDRip.x264-RedBlade

It was a word she had found in a medical textbook years ago. The visible changes in a body after death. But the textbooks were wrong. This was not after death. This was during . The body deciding, cell by cell, that it was tired of being a noun and wanted to become a verb. To drip. To pool. To finally be honest. By day four, she could no longer wear clothes

On it, a figure. A woman. Half-formed, mid-emergence, one hand reaching out of the muck as if to pull the rest of herself into the light. The bones remained for a while—delicate, ivory-like, more

He called the police. They called it a biohazard.

She pressed her liquefying palm into the clay. The clay received her. No, it welcomed her. They traded textures. The last thing she saw, before her optic nerve dissolved into a pretty amber swirl, was the wheel spinning.