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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.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2016




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