MicroHorror

She felt the cold kiss of the corpse on the back of her neck and froze, as she slowly opened her eyes in the early hours of the midwinter morning. She felt his arm move around her waist, reaching for her as he’d done so many times in his life before she killed him. She barely had time to scream, trying to pull away as he forced his kiss upon her lips, leaving maggots and dead flesh behind as his lips moved over her body. She lay stiller than she had when they were married, seeing the glistening wound in his skull where she’d caved his head in. Her screams would go unheard as the husband she’d murdered slowly began to rip her organs from her body, the taste of revenge almost as sweet to him as her entrails, as he tore her heart from her chest, his dead, stiff shaft entering her slowly, and when he was done he collapsed next to her, and they rotted together for eternity.