NECRO

Liz Babler

Undergraduate/Spanish

Jim finds her again later, all wrapped up for him like a belated Christmas gift. No, wait- it’s more of an Easter thing, isn’t it? He rubs his hands together, blows on them to warm them. He undoes his zipper with shaking fingers, walks his fingers like a model down the runway of her flat stomach.

He reads the tag, flicking it with his fingertip as he begins to unwrap her completely. He hums to himself, whispers in her ear. “And the stone was rolled away…”

He gets close enough to floss with her hair. “Mary Magdalene was a whore, too.”

The skin’s cold, but Jim’s unconcerned. He kisses her like she’s never been kissed before, and he fucks her (she’s never been fucked before), and he feels—he feels—(s)he feels—alive.