hoarder
someone called 911
a neighbor or someone just walking by
they told the operator
the person who lived there
had not been seen in days
someone else called
telling the operator
a foul scent was emitting
from the house across the street
when an officer got there
from what he smelled
the situation looked bleak
when he tried to get in
the front door wouldn't open
looking in dark windows
he knew in there were no tokens
he had to call for back-up
the situation looked and smelled
of horror
homicide was called
and told don't wait until tomorrow
an officer
with a gas mask
got inside the home
there lay a dead woman
and her dog
surrounded by
boxes and boxes of
snippets of paper
upon which
she had written poems
then several months later
upon bookstore shelves
were her poems
in a neat book
carrying the title
i wrote these by myself
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