Disassembling the body was elementary, even arbitrary. Each chiseled piece and shard disappeared as it lost its usefulness, but then there was the head, the beautiful and exotic head. The neck wasn’t important and so easily discarded, then the chin, carved off like a turkey breast, without a thought until I got to the lips, so full, sensuous, and silent. To cut them would be like defacing the Mona Lisa, but how far above them should I begin cutting again? I don’t want to stop his words; I want to make sure he can still tell me how he feels, I thought, until I suddenly realized I would never hear him again. I looked over at my husband looking so loving and encouraging as he smiled at me, and I saw the resemblance –it became perfectly clear –the mouth was his.

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Comment by Irene Sieders on October 1, 2009 at 6:48am
Gruesome, but I like that, it's like the netherworld that makes me shiver.
Comment by Michael Brown on September 30, 2009 at 11:13pm
I was thinking of the Golem. That the sculpture was actually going to make sounds. Once again you impress with your taking of chances, and your quietly precise delivery. You always have a good story to tell.
Comment by Ryn Cricket on September 30, 2009 at 10:02pm
CJT, are you getting your knife and fork ready?
Comment by Alexandra (MoonWillow) DeEsch on September 30, 2009 at 9:56pm
Well it could have been worse, You could have done what Edgar Allan Poe did in The Black Cat! Damn that cat and it's howling!
Comment by alisa rynay haller on September 30, 2009 at 7:49pm
I like this dark side. Very good

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