April 20, 2015

“You smelled the blood everywhere. It came from the sidewalks and the street lamps and the underbellies. It came from car exhaust and window shades and door cracks. It smelled as if you smeared your face along the walls of an abattoir basement. The smell was that strong. It was thick with copper and grease and flesh. You gagged on it. You were ill with it. You opened your mouth wide and you vomited the blood up. This was not your first blood smell. You knew countless other blood stenches and each was as strong.”


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