Body Art
I decided to try and preserve her head because she was beautiful and because I knew she wouldn’t live long. But I made up a story, telling her that it was a medical procedure that could save her life. She was still hesitant, but agreed to let me do it after all.
It was hard to stop the blood from flowing when I cut her head off, but by placing it on a sponge covering with a clean white sheet I was able to staunch the flow pretty well. At least it wasn’t too visible. If her neck continued to bleed, it would soak straight into the sponge. I hoped that she would pass out quickly. It was freaky talking to a person’s head when it was detached from its body. I was frankly surprised that a person didn’t immediately pass out or die after their head was cut off.
She gave me a sad look like she realized that I had tricked her. But mostly because she knew that I’d done it because she knew that there was nothing anyone could do to save her life. It might also have been partially due to that fact that she was finally bleeding out and was getting light-headed.
Her beautiful face would at least be preserved in perpetuity for others to see. She was beautiful, really beautiful. Not a blemish on her skin, and those sensitive, caring eyes. Even in death she seemed to be able to look into the depth of your soul and read your thoughts. There was something truly healing about those eyes. If only there had been a way to save her.
A flap of skin from her left cheek began to fold over. I quickly caught it and pressed it back into place. She felt it and moved her eyes to see, but of course it’s hard to see one’s own face without the aid of a mirror. I was glad she didn’t have a mirror right then because she would have known that I’d not told her the truth and then she might think less of me.
It was hard to stop the blood from flowing when I cut her head off, but by placing it on a sponge covering with a clean white sheet I was able to staunch the flow pretty well. At least it wasn’t too visible. If her neck continued to bleed, it would soak straight into the sponge. I hoped that she would pass out quickly. It was freaky talking to a person’s head when it was detached from its body. I was frankly surprised that a person didn’t immediately pass out or die after their head was cut off.
She gave me a sad look like she realized that I had tricked her. But mostly because she knew that I’d done it because she knew that there was nothing anyone could do to save her life. It might also have been partially due to that fact that she was finally bleeding out and was getting light-headed.
Her beautiful face would at least be preserved in perpetuity for others to see. She was beautiful, really beautiful. Not a blemish on her skin, and those sensitive, caring eyes. Even in death she seemed to be able to look into the depth of your soul and read your thoughts. There was something truly healing about those eyes. If only there had been a way to save her.
A flap of skin from her left cheek began to fold over. I quickly caught it and pressed it back into place. She felt it and moved her eyes to see, but of course it’s hard to see one’s own face without the aid of a mirror. I was glad she didn’t have a mirror right then because she would have known that I’d not told her the truth and then she might think less of me.
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