The Bone of Leah

A forgotten bone. Pale white and stained with thick black tar. Can a bone seem familiar? The shape of it echoing through your mind like a face seen only in dreams. It may be followed up to a rib cage still sticky in places with soapy cadaver fat, closing around a crumpled beer can where the heart should be. This is skull as well, yellowing in the thick dust of the open air. Strange. Even if Leah had known if she had had time to warn them who would have believed her ? She ignores the burning pain in her forearm where the things rough tongue has torn a section of her skin clean off. But that does not slow her hand even

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