Hidden Away In the Deep South of Georgia
Hidden away in the deep south of Georgia
A deceased cat lay in an obsessive hoarder's house..
Smashed under mounds of heavy miscellaneous trash and pointless objects
To be lost and forgotten from the other poor residents(prisoners) and the world.
Rigor Mortis sets in within a few hours in the crooked cat.
The warm humidity doesn't do any justice.
The house flies start to gather in the stench, crawling thru the garbage
and laying their eggs. In weeks, hatch into a swarm of maggots
digesting the body to the bones, enough for generations.
The stink of rot consumes the oxygen
as this cat met an unfortunate end and her life had no meaning at all.
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