February 5, 2018

“The house was covered in blood. The walls were in varying stages of brownness (some edges were still red from fresh blood but the rest of the stains were already oxidized with age) similar to thick rust. We could not breathe without inhaling the blood. I tasted it on my tongue and in my throat. I was dizzy with the blood smell. I could not think right. I staggered about, holding the bloodied walls for support, then sinking down onto the equally bloody floors…”

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