The stench of rotting meat fills the room. The carrion pulsates with a grotesque rhythm, bones cracking each time the mass heaves. Bugs skitter about erratically hurriedly picking at chunks of the meat  to devour in dark corners of the room. A vile, guttural sound can be heard each time it “breathes” in. The earth seems to warp beneath it, as if the ground itself is repulsed by … Continue reading “Carrion”