Her eyes, dry and sunken and filmed over beneath swollen lids, still stared directly at me.įor a while, when I’d been hallucinating, the corpse had talked to me. Threads of drool hung spiderwebbish from her gaping mouth. Now, having had her moment of amusement at my expense, she meditated beneath thousands of dainty auburn braids, her face hung slack, bloated and discolored, the skin loosening. After a while, she started leering at me, as if she had reached the place where I was going and took perverse pleasure from the thought that I would join her there soon. Decomposition lent her face an increasingly inscrutable expression the first time I’d regained consciousness, when I found myself tied to her, she looked like she had died in terror.
The corpse’s left eye squinted at me from mere centimeters away.
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