The Triplet Tragedy

Born together. Torn apart. The Triplet Tragedy hits in three distinct, awkwardly spaced acts – like Siamese triplets cruelly separated by fate and fiber. Each piece more unsettling than the last, none quite whole, and all of them making you wonder:
“What went wrong… and why now?”
They don’t look right. They don’t feel right. And they definitely don’t flush right the first time.
A deeply emotional and physically confusing experience.
 
Each piece of art (poop) comes with a handwritten thank-you note and a brief explanation.