Green and brown and stained and stinking. Something to distract her from the empty silence of the house that was now just hers. Porn sex Her breasts, beneath her dark negligée, rising and falling, still possessed of a youthful firmness. Her eyes are black. Her tongue grazes her lips. She cannot stop herself from staring. I want her to know. I tell her what He did. Staring at me. In the forest. I smile at her and she looks at my dark, matted hair. Perhaps she’d been watching the TV, or listening to the radio. In the night, to touch her. She cannot stop herself from staring. At the maggots as they crawl in and out. To share me. I turn the side of my face to her that still hints at my past loveliness. How He slowly killed me. And now I know that she will. And I stare back at her. I want her to see me; me, as I am. Sweeter. I can barely hear. And Him, on her, kissing her, pushing into her, lying to her.
