Flies

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Thousands of flies, grouping around a pile of flesh. Laying eggs in the scalp, slowly picking away at the skin. The stench of rancid flesh filled the room. Flies upon flies, crowding the scalp, picking at the dried blood. Bits of skin, trailing through the carpet as ants take them to a nest. A day or so later, maggots start to hatch. Burrowing into the scalp, and eating it from the inside out. Holes slowly appearing, the rest of the head, the cheeks being picked at, the teeth being viewable soon after as the maggots burrowed into the flesh of the heads cheek. The flies surrounding the corner where the head lay there, thousands of flies flying above and next to the rotting head. 

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