Parfum
Monsieur. If you will allow The abattoir is open now. Observe, the noble cadavers are arrayed in states of flayed and dismembered dignity. Yes, that was a living soul once. Yes, those are real hooks! The bouquet of heated zinc That is blood—the alloy of flesh and water A fine companion to the Merlot Let me refresh your glass. Do not be afraid. You can touch. Yes, corpse fauna Blowfly and necrophorus beetles They eat each other— Alors look at the fat one tussle! A greedy ruck for that bite of cheekbone. It is so artistic (Guilt is just a word) It is so daring (Debauch is meaningless) . Provocative Anything to still the yawns. Anything.
—Gabriel Olearnik
Gabriel Olearnik studied medieval history at University College
London. He is currently an attorney and practices corporate law.
