March 18, 2016

“The bodies were fused with the blankets I wrapped them in. The blankets were soaked through with the meat fluid. The fabric was a deep forest green. I pulled at the blankets and the bodies cracked beneath. The flies roared in my ears. Several landed on me and I smacked them. The flies broke against my palms and fell to the ground, legs twitching and wings torn. I stepped on the flies stuck in the liquid muck. The flies were on all the walls and the windows. The flies clung to the ceiling. They were on the back of the door. I pushed the bodies from one side to the other.”

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