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Ten Word Obituary
They found my neighbor today
sitting in his chair, seeping
into the fabric. The smell-
rancid fat, a tallowy
rind of meat.
The cleaners take days.
Boy George warbles
through the walls.
Buckets sloshed
and carted to the halls.
No one collects his things.
No one cries.
A ten word
obituary:
Mr. Campbell died
and all anyone noticed
was the
smell.
Copyright ©
Misty Hunter
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