Go back

It was normal

She thought she knew all about it

She thought she could handle it

She was wrong

Like the thump of pulsating flesh

It can’t be controlled

It can’t be stopped

She reaches out

And it does nothing but burn

The stench is unbearable

She tries to turn away

But the rotting smell surrounds her

She fights her way out

Through the unsteady ground

Over the glass stabbing her bare feet

Until the raindrops take over

The sound of gushing wind takes over

She thinks she made it

It must be over

Wait

It’s not

The stench is still there

It will never leave her

This time it stays here