Category Archives: Reflection

When I was a little girl, seven or eight, I aspired to be a mortician. I dreamt that, by now, I would be “humanely” robbing a human corpse of their liquid gold. In return, I would pump their bodies full of carcinogenic formaldehyde. Strange, I know. I was a dead woman walking at the pinnacle of my disease. WhoContinue reading “The Belly of The Beast”