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

A slow, wet, impossible bloom .

The landlord knocked on day six. She didn’t answer. He would have seen her through the mail slot: a seated figure, torso still mostly intact, face a half-melted cameo, one eye still blinking—still thinking —as the lower jaw detached with a soft pop and slid down her chest like a tear. Thanatomorphose.2012.DVDRip.x264-RedBlade

“Thanatomorphose,” she whispered, or tried to. Her tongue had become a small, sweet jam. She reached out with her remaining arm

Not the angry purple of a bumped hip, but the soft, fungal green of a pear left too long in the cellar. Iris pressed her thumb into the skin of her thigh. It didn’t spring back. It dimpled , holding the ghost of her fingerprint like wet clay. A slow, wet, impossible bloom

Not a body. Not a sculpture.