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Still Life with Cranberries
You’ve been looking at a lot of corpses lately. Your typical fare is more skeletal than fleshed, so it’s possible that the imagery is just far enough outside your wheelhouse that it’s getting to you. Tallulah and Tollund Man are easier to work with because they are (or were, in the case of the latter)…
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Duskhollow Township Unbituaries, Week of the harvest Moon
Daisy Farrow, one day dead, emerged from her coffin in the form of a swan as it was being lowered into the ground…
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Drinking the Heron
You reveled in battle, in the beating of drums and grinding of steel. And I, craven, lay awake in the anticipatory darkness, watching your chest rise and fall, wondering if each night would be our last. So certain was I that you would die sword in hand that I was blind to the stalking shadow,…
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If You Can’t Make Your Own Regret, Store-Bought Is Fine
Regret was without question the emotion no membalmer wanted to see trickling into the basin when they tapped a skull. It was the sickly brown of leaves decomposing into stagnant water, and fragility aside, it smelled foul. The ideal outcome for any preservation, of course, was to provide a living memento of the deceased for…
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Mind Palace v1.2.1
>Overdose. Called to a code in the 4th-floor visitor bathrooms but the patient was already long gone. His mother is a patient on cardiac stepdown. He came in to visit her and then shot up in the bathroom after. No one found him until housekeeping came around to clean and couldn’t get the door open.…
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Skull with Laurel, 1832
Alois, awoken from your slumberand lifted from the grave like precious jewelsyour bones did taste the sun but once, unearthedby friendly hands and bleached to canvas white.
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Blind Date with a Corpse
My boyfriend, Alan, is driving. We’re on a date—a rare occasion, since I live on the other side of the state and only get to see him every six weeks or so. There’s also a dead body in the back seat.
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False Beet
It eats her slowly seeding progeny throughout her stolen body. They swell like tumors, shrouded, bursting just beneath her skin.
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One for Sorrow
For a moment, the fantasy feels tangible enough that if I can just lean into it, hold onto it tightly enough, it might solidify into reality. But then I glance out the window to check on her in her rocking chair, and where my wife should be I see a mass of black feathers, an…
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Goose Teeth
Gil never came to see you. You always had to go to him, scraping your pennies together for the cheapest ticket you could find, and even after that it always felt like he was annoyed to collect you at the airport. His apartment would be full of his friends, people you had nothing in common…
RJ Aurand 