March 30, 2016

“The room was filled with flies. They buzzed angrily and crawled over the bodies. The floor was soaked with decomposing meat. The liquid was gummy and congealed. The flies swarmed the bodies. I brushed the flies away only for them to settle down again in the same spots. 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…”

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2 thoughts on “March 30, 2016

  1. Lorna D. Keach says:

    Your work is so visceral and uncomfortable and lovely.

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