January 12, 2017

“There was a smell to the house, one similar to wet dirt. The smell clung to everything. It was on my clothing, in my hair. I tasted it in the tap water. I showered and the smell was there, in my soap, upon the bathtub bottom, within the curtain ripples. The smell was musty and masculine. It was like an unbathed body that only sat. At first, the smell was bothersome. I held my hands over my nose and mouth to keep the smell out. I could not go anywhere in the house without the smell festering. It came up from the floorboards. It leaked from the walls…”

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