He Mostly Kept To Himself
There was the sudden stench of silence that fell upon the street.
The congregate of people looking on in disbelief.
Trying to gain a view in a manner yet discrete,
observing the excavation of his apartment in feigned grief.
The noises that they heard in the nights, but collectively ignored.
The rank smells of miasma that crept from underneath the door.
Now what was merely paranoia has turned to fearsome fact.
As the investigation continually reveals his gruesome past.
The refrigerator units that stored condiments and human crania.
The skeletal relics unearthed, his gallery of paraphilia
The large blue barrels in which several bodies had been dissolved.
So many questions here still linger and none may be resolved,
and he may never be absolved for the hunger that he fed.
And they will never face another night without him in their heads
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