I want to see what you're made of. I want to unzip you from head to toe. I want to see what's underneath, what you can't show anyone. I want to see the marrow in your bones. I want to see how your alveoli pulse; run my hands along your muscles. I need to see it all just let me in
Taxidermist who insists they work alone, claiming their way is a little unorthodox. There’s something so beautiful about preserving humans. Blushed skin, frightened expressions. The way you can make em look as lifelike as how they looked when you murdered them just days prior.