The blood I licked from my lips was no longer mine, I realised as I stared into my own lifeless eyes. I watched myself take one final staggered inhale that cut out halfway and my body gently curled in on itself with a single, steady exhale.
I don't know how long I crouched there, entranced by the minuscule flecks of blood that flew out on that final breath but god it was beautiful. Perhaps in that brief moment I considered myself to be a beautiful creature for the first time.
It would be several months before I stopped double-taking every reflection, before I accepted that this body was now mine and everything I had been before was curled up and rotting a few feet beneath a wild pig I killed to hide myself.
I suppose I'll always think of that body as being more me than my current one.
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