blood and gore

encarcelacion = imprisonment

the room at the back of the house, that she always discovered by accident was consistently dark, damp, and smelt bad. the bathroom was covered in fungi and the toilet was chocked up with excrement that always made her step backwards, struggling to control her fast rising bile.
the bed was covered in filthy sheets and the sunshine fought hard to come through the dark heavy curtains.

she would then either wake up in horror with the realization that she would have to take a shower standing barefoot in that vile filth. or she would continue tossing and turning through her discovery of the dismembered foot in the back of her closet. the foot would then take on two possibilities. either it would be covered in a white sack, and preserved in this grotesqueness for her to find, or it would be alive and vibrating with the hundred of maggots that were fast eating through the decaying flesh.