carrion town

Every intricacy of our city existed within those sagging muscles. Flesh buildings and tendon roads, organs erected and painstakingly manipulated to appear like the disintegrating infrastructure of bridges and buildings.

Many families arrived at the swollen carcass over the next few days, observing the wound from afar. They stared at it from sun up to sun down, admiring the place they hated but endured, refusing to consider the logistics or reason behind the frayed tissue replica.

Eventually, the body began to decompose, and flies began to gnaw at the city, consuming the walls of every building and the yellowing discharge of every resident. We listlessly observed the dismantling.

Before long, only bones remained and we returned to our lives and shopping, but sometimes I still thought of the flies and the ease at which they destroyed everything I knew.