Protruding from the damp soil riddled
with tiny worms, rigid but soft it could easily have been mistaken
for a fungus of some kind, the flesh a mouldy green .The spidery
fingers clutching at nothingness, its blisters long since burst into
puss filled lesions, festering bacterium.
The decomposing corpse was fine for the
surrounding roots it seemed, renewing the life of budding Daffodils,
Geraniums, and blooming blossoms of pale pink – Buried alive,
perhaps?
The seasons passed from a humid heat to
black ice, as the hand withered away to yellow bone.
A man nearly died from fright upon
seeing it. Sprouting there from the woodland ground a year later,
shooing his dog away to reveal the clasping digits it had just been
chewing on. His dog barking frenetically as his heart raced tittering
towards his second stroke.
A blue and white tent was erected
around it within hours, clinical and clean it looked quite odd there
in the wood as the forensics team move in...They found more, many more of
these strange things sprouting about the place, arms and legs a bit
of both in some cases buried across the state in shallow graves,
badly buried in most cases, at night by men in a hurry it seems.
The gangland conclusions of a Mafia
massacre and a re-shift in the five Families the papers reported,
around about the same time the post-mortem concluded he was buried
alive, name of Angelo Porcini, Capo of the Colombo family.
No comments:
Post a Comment