QUICK DECAY from Чернобог/Белобог by HVRTS

"His body rotted in the suitcase I put it in for 3 weeks until the stench seeped through the layers of leather and vinyl.
I didn't want to open it, but I felt I had to. The nightmares hadn't stopped, maybe this would end them? Most of his flesh had turned to sludge. The maggots were everywhere, it put me off of eating rice for a long time. His eyes were gone, rotted away. I could see bone sticking through rotten flesh in some spots. The smell was awful, I'll never forget it. He'd decayed a lot quicker than I was expecting.
I wrapped the suitcase in 3 layers of trash bags before driving it out into the woods, a few hours outside of [REDACTED]. I wasn't going to give this bastard a shallow grave, I wanted to make sure he was deep underground, where no one would find him. I dug and dug until I started to see the sun peak over the treeline, and then I dug some more. I don't know how far down I went, the only thing that stopped me from going further was I hit a big rock. I climbed out of his final resting place and threw him in.
Burying him in the dirt was the hardest part. I buried the partial carcass of a deer I had found a few feet above him, just in case. I thought it would throw off any cadaver dogs, you know?
I stamped down the Earth above him, scattered some fallen leaves and tree limbs over the area, and then went back home. I had a cigarette and more whiskey than I should've drank, and then I went to bed."

it/its, wandering apostate of sound. solo noise project w/ themes of abuse, trauma, religion, & rage

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