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“Thanatomorphose,” she whispered, or tried to. Her tongue had become a small, sweet jam.

A reclusive sculptor, whose work has long been obsessed with the rigidity of the female form, wakes one morning to find her own flesh beginning a slow, deliberate bloom of decay—a process she soon realizes is not death, but a long-overdue metamorphosis. The first sign was the bruise. Thanatomorphose.2012.DVDRip.x264-RedBlade

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,” she whispered, or tried to

Not a body. Not a sculpture.

But the sculptor—what was left of her—called it her masterpiece. The first sign was the bruise