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Day two: the sloughing began. A strip of skin on her forearm came away in the shower like wet tissue paper. Beneath it was not blood, not muscle, but a pearlescent, gelatinous layer that shimmered. It smelled of rain on hot asphalt. She did not scream. She took out her X-Acto knife—the one for trimming excess resin—and peeled a larger patch. The release was exquisite. The silence of the studio amplified the wet click of her own cells letting go.

A slow, wet, impossible bloom .

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. Thanatomorphose.2012.DVDRip.x264-RedBlade

By day four, she could no longer wear clothes. Fabric felt like a lie. She sat naked on the tarp-covered floor, watching her left hand slowly liquefy. The bones remained for a while—delicate, ivory-like, more honest than the skin had ever been. She arranged the fallen flakes of herself in patterns. Mandalas. Rorschach tests. A map of a country she had never visited. Day two: the sloughing began