By night I return to the storage shed, Anxious to
catch a glimpse of the dead, Nervously, I unbolt
the door, Making my way into this abatoir... Hot
air rushes out the aperture, A putrid gust of
flattus and methane, Inhaling the rotting fumes as
I choke, Hit by a wave of nausea I try to
restrain... At last I regard the bloated stiffs,
Terribly dislimbed and deceased, My plumpened
prizes now swollen by putrefaction, A makeshift
mortuary for the obese... Their corpulence
exceeded solely, By the foulness of their smell,
Their girth only expanded upon in death, The
fleshy carcasses bloat and swell... Postmortem
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portly bodies now thoroughly dead, The incessant
buzzing of insects as necrovores slaver, Fills the
tepid chamber whose walls I've stained red... I
hacked through their layers of blubbering fat,
Some were gutted, some punctured, some razed, When
I finished I found them decidedly flat, If not yet
dead, then at least bleeding and dazed... In this
dingy shack I had left them to rot, And then
departed the undignified scene, The makeshift
crypt they inhabit now fetid and hot, The curdling
innards turned a sickly shade of green