Do not visit me

Death
you could smell it
Death
was a visitor
in our garage
its putrid odor
was invading itself
through the cracks
into the house
into everything
an evil visitor
the cat
had been murdered
someone
had bashed its head in
and stuck it in the fan
its mouth
with the lips eaten away
only teeth left
in a painful tight grimace
its hair dying away
maggots breading
only sickness such as they
could live on
feeding upon death
god it was horrible
Death do not visit me
so cruelly again!

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