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each person reeks a persistent smell woody or floral, pleasant or foul, strong or weak, it's what you are. so if you tell me I smell good, why do flies still roam around? even if I spray perfume or hush them away. They are still stuck into my skin, feeding from the stench I cannot smell. And so I scratch and scratch, ripping my skin off so the smell could fade into the iron scent of my blood I tear my insides more and more until flesh comes out, until my body spills, and the smell blurs. But all that does is attract more flies
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Nov 9, 2025
Nov 9, 2025 at 6:06 AM UTC
The Flies
each person reeks a persistent smell woody or floral, pleasant or foul, strong or weak, it's what you are. so if you tell me I smell good, why do flies still roam around? even if I spray perfume or hush them away. They are still stuck into my skin, feeding from the stench I cannot smell. And so I scratch and scratch, ripping my skin off so the smell could fade into the iron scent of my blood I tear my insides more and more until flesh comes out, until my body spills, and the smell blurs. But all that does is attract more flies
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Nov 9, 2025
Nov 9, 2025 at 6:06 AM UTC
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