He felt decayed flesh as it tore and came free in his hands.

I flicked the decayed flesh off my hand and bent my back up against the weight in my head.

She could see the route, because it was marked by blobs of decayed flesh.

Saw the decayed green flesh of his face.

A rank smell of decayed flesh trailed after him, and my gore rose.

Fragments of wrappings and decayed flesh dropped from them.

My throat immediately becomes coated with the suety taste of decayed, frying flesh.

I give him gobbets of decayed flesh from time to time.

The teeth were bared whitely through the decayed flesh in a travesty of a smile.

Gobbets of decayed flesh fell from its body as it moved and plopped sickeningly to the ground.