Dr Jacqueline Coombe
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first heard Jun 2026
last heard 1 Jul
Dr Jacqueline Coombe’s voice in public audio — every appearance, attributed to the second.
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Then I worked.
I stored the corpse in the barn, where the cold would keep it just this side of freezing.
To maintain the skin's freshness, I would flay it in chunks as I needed it.
I started with the shoulders.
The elation that sparked in my blood as I worked my knife underneath the first feather follicles was so intense I felt high.
I had many years of practice on deer, and the skin parted smoothly from its flesh.
I stared at those sheets, lightly oozing blood thickened by cold, with a pride never felt before.
The first cuts from my own body were much worse.
I had curved needles, thread, and an expired bottle of Vicodin, but I could not have prepared for the pain.
My first cut, tracing the curvature of my shoulder blade, was wobbly and uneven.
I could barely twist my arms around enough to reach my back and had to watch through a system of reflections as my blood splashed the bathroom tiles.
Drawing my skin from my body was relief and agony.
With every strip of slippery hide that I cut, I freed myself a little more from the prison of a shape I hated.
But I struggled to focus and even to maintain my grip.
I made it through half of one shoulder before I passed out from pain and blood loss.
When I woke, I set the knife to myself again.
I blacked out twice more before I even began sewing, but I needed to be able to knit bare flesh to bare flesh.
so that when it healed, the skin would be truly mine.
I lost all time.
Several nights came and went, and I grew hungry and ate several times more.
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