The Glitter Jungle:
Fiction:
Cutting
Cutting through the thick plastic covering the skin, cutting deep to
see if there's still someone under there, if there is still life. Knife
goes through it and to my surprise there is warm, living flesh under, there
is a pulse. I cut a bit deeper and it goes through the skin, opens a beautiful
red mouth on the wrist. I poke a finger in it, then a tongue. The blood
flows and under it - all sorts of interesting textures, tiny ropes and
tubes of the veins and arteries and tendons. I can feel them twining around
my tongue. Under it all there's a bone, still hard and not dry and crumbling
like I half-expected. The plastic covering peels backwards, exposing more
and more skin to the air, to the light. The skin starts tingling with life
again. I put the knife down.
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