I really hate the word torso.*
For some reason that word conjures up gory images of a dismembered bodies.
I highly suspect that this is because I first learned the word torso probably when I was in fifth grade. At the time, I was an avid reader of newspapers. (What can I say? I was a nerdy kid. . . not much has changed.) In particular, I liked the Edmonton Sun, because the more sensational the news, the better. That year, a woman was murdered in the city and her body was dumped in the North Saskatchewan River. To be specific, just her torso inside a suitcase was found. I followed the story ravenously, from beginning to end.
I spent that entire summer fantasizing about finding the rest of her body parts in old suitcases that I discovered at the dump. . .
It makes me shudder.
*I also hate the word "trunk" when it is used in reference to the human body.