My Friend, Frank

I went to visit my friend, Frank I shouted his name and to no response... this was the first time in six months that I went to visit him.... he already depressed about losing his father and having his wife leave him.... I tried to get his number, to call him but... he simply disappeared I got in touch with one of his co-workers to get his address... the first I notice when I visited was the unhinged doors and the broken wine bottles I went to the kitchen the first thing I noticed there was the smell of spoiled milk and the first thing I saw were the rat droppings and roaches crawling in the bread pantry I spotted the rusty knives, and smashed plates the walls were filled with fungus and mold the roof was the leaking and the doors were torn off their hinges.... the garbage bags were ripped apart rotten apple cores, half-eaten oranges 1/3 of a whole pizza and a rusty razor blade laid bare... I went upstairs, they creaked and any second they were about to cave in on the first door to the right was his room spiderwebs cuddled with the doorknob once inside, all I saw was stacked up **** magazines dried up tissue, and a static TV..... the pictures were smashed and there was hole in the wall Cocaine, rusty needles and heroin filled his dresser I walked out and went to the second on my left there was the attic.... filled with yearbooks, degrees, pictures, just so many memories left untouched... I walked to the last door on my right that was his bathroom... I open the door, the first thing I noticed... it was Frank's body hanging from the rafters he was wearing a white wedding dress with makeup smeared all over his face roaches ate his eyes and his arms were coated with dry blood... the toilet was filled with feces the shower curtains were ripped and the sink ran brown water there was no note..... but the body spoke for itself...