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she threw a dead body in there. it hit the wall with a sickening thud and didnt move again. at first i was afraid of it, i kept well away, but then, after a day or so, curiosity got the better of me and, since she hadnt moved, i crept closer. her face was staring upwards, she wasnt somebody i recognise. her body was bruised and broken, skin almost completly flayed away in places. her fingers were bend at odd angles, one arm shoved up behind her back, one of her hips was dislocated i think. but she didnt look all that uncomfortable. the flies were swarming thickly above her and crawling all over her, a shimmering blanket of oily black colours. they sang her a requiem with their buzzing and it was almost beautiful. then came the maggots. i used to be afraid of maggots, white and slimy, blindly thrusting their way through dead meat, but sitting there, watching them devour her body i came to an understanding. without her body gone she could not go to heaven, and the only thing that came to take her body away was the maggots. the flies have wings and the maggots are white and together they are the angels slowly taking the dead, piece by piece, to heaven.
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