a new life that begins in death. one with no mouth, no eyes nor
sense of reality. simply a state of being presented to her without
any ability to gasp, yell or scrap away. whoever she was before is
gone. now nothing more than a stumpy hand in the possession of
her killer, the one who pampers her and adores her with gifts- her
boyfriend.
with no mouth she cannot speak. yet he understands her more than
anything. he cooks for her, talks to her, and interacts with her so gently
as if he were touching glass. but then again that may just be because
he wants her to last, decay is inevitable.
he scrubs her hands, perfects her nails, and make sure she is still soft
and clean just like when he severed her from her original body. sure,
she cannot think of feel- but the thing about harsh, violent and even
surprised deaths.
spirits can linger even just a while.
she cannot remember who she is. her mind being taken, no memories,
no name, nothing left of who she was before. she doesn’t know what to
feel- after all, could something like her feel anymore? or was she just
now a decaying husk being primped by the man who took all of
everything she worked for.
something tells her she has never been treated with such attention
and love, if she were alive and not just a hand- certainly any girl
would relish in this attention.
but that is not the case. perhaps she had been so worthless in life
that now in death she is praised & displayed on a pedestal.
she only needed to die in order to be brought to this worth.
blakekathryn
2087
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amandla
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