The Dead Man's Poetry - Paperback

by Syeeah Jarrule Bahshay (Author)

I scooped out soft buttery tissue and ligaments before my body had a chance to rot.

I noticed the air. I could almost taste the sweet clay; my hunger had been breached.

A liter of pus landed near a broken tangled cord, at the base of my neck. Cadavers that couldn't be fixed were placed on wooden benches, and their toe tags removed.