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She reached out with her remaining arm. The clay. The untouched block of Italian marl waiting on the wheel.

Now her own body was breaking its contract. Thanatomorphose.2012.DVDRip.x264-RedBlade

Not a body. Not a sculpture.

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. She reached out with her remaining arm

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. Now her own body was breaking its contract