Tuesday, August 21, 2018

Now Playing: Bloom

Late in the year, New Orleans still has its hot days. In the slave quarters, they blossomed like the giant, stinking carrion-flowers that grow in humid jungles. Their ravaged abdomens swelled and burst like red-black petals, a jubilee of rot. Their putrescent fluids pooled on the concrete floor and in the hollows of their disintegrating bodies.

Poppy Z. Brite, Exquisite Corpse

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