Not a body. Not a sculpture.
On it, a figure. A woman. Half-formed, mid-emergence, one hand reaching out of the muck as if to pull the rest of herself into the light. Thanatomorphose.2012.DVDRip.x264-RedBlade
But the sculptor—what was left of her—called it her masterpiece. Not a body
She pressed her liquefying palm into the clay. The clay received her. No, it welcomed her. They traded textures. The last thing she saw, before her optic nerve dissolved into a pretty amber swirl, was the wheel spinning. a figure. A woman. Half-formed