“Carnal Knowledge”
The tiny silver dew
drops slid across the golden Orb spiders’ web like liquid mercury flowing down
an invisible pipe, the insect an eight legged plumber orchestrating the flow of
each drop as it deftly walks across the silken truss. All this beauty is caught
as the morning suns warming ray’s glide seamlessly through the glade of trees,
and the almost dance like movement of the attached leaves creating a ballet of
shadows in its wake, almost inducing strobe light unease.
The
silent scream that would never be heard from the now mortis glistening blue
lips of the naked corpse sitting under the giant oak tree, a damning edifice of
evil and defilement in this most beautiful of resting places.
Ugly
shades of blue and grey mottled skin defaced the magnificent shades of autumn
greens and subtle browns, with a trail of foliage destruction formed by the
murderous tyres of a vehicle that so callously dumped the lifeless mannequin in
its final resting place. Wounds and
damage to the body were instantly evident by the movement of insects, in and
out of both natural and unnatural orifices. The coagulated dark red-black of
blood and excreta now a haven for flies and crawling creatures from far away
all doing their jobs to remove all traces of the expired physical biological
form.
The fingers clawed
into the shape of a leafless tree branch reaching for an unknown assailant, and
mousy blond hair that mirrored that of a scurrying wood-nymph with twigs and
leaves strewn at random to offer a hint of camouflage as she ran the forest
floor. The twisted visage of the mouth agape with multiple invaders moving in
and out seemed to take on voice as a silence shattering scream escaped the
vocal cords of seventeen year old camper Tracy Livingston, that voided the
surrounding area of any and all bird and wild life.
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