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The breeze blows
the smell of carrion.
Fields of stinking corpses
All rotting in a pile.
Jagged horns, crooked antlers.
A meadow of carcasses
like a bouquet of flies.
The perfect scenery,
malignant blight,
That rancid aroma.
Ah, what a sight.
About the Creator
Zo Grimmwood
Hi! I'm Zo, a Black American, dark fiction writer in Southern California. I narrate and produce my own audio stories.
I have been in the anthology Blood in the Rain 3, published by JitterPress and in Gypsum Sound Tales’s Colp Magazine.
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