His incredibly tangled and unwashed brown hair had entered my vision first as I slowly gazed down. His face was somewhat clean, yet the salty scent was so strong, I could taste it from where I stood, whilst the rags that wrapped around his body were a whole new experience. The sensation of wanting to gag, yet unable to due to the overwhelming information flooding in from all corners of my vision. I just didn't know where to begin. By the time I smelt the stench resonating from his clothes, my brain had already caught onto the spider spinning its new home in his hair, then by the time I registered that, the freshly formed knife wounds on his arms entered my vision, bandaged by some bloodied reeds.
I Killed God
Urban · Myara
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