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something is rotting.
the smell pervades the house, wafting through the halls, seeping under the doorframes.
it’s subtle at first. easy to ignore. i turn on a fan and soon enough I’ve gone noseblind.
it’s been three days. I found a little mouse dead on the floor. it’s small. too small.
the smell gets worse. the fan is on all the time now. I put perfume under my nose to block it out. eventually, I grow numb.
a week. there is no escaping it. I have looked everywhere. it has stained all my clothes. It is here, somewhere, the source of it.
it has been months. I cannot leave. I am weak. it affects me constantly.
something is rotting.
it is me. it has always been me.