paralyzed my lungs.
At the bottom of the bowl lay a coagulated mass of grayish, days-old rice, fused together in hardened, stinking lumps. Violently mixed into this decay were the grotesque remnants of a fish carcass. Hollowed-out fish heads with clouded, dead eyes stared back at me. Jagged, dangerous splinters of bone, translucent scales, and gelatinous continue reading …
