An old Victorian standing tall on a shaded street
as a low-slung sun slouches behind.
Cats scatter as the breeze whips through the open door;
a static-filled television buzzes and
dust dances delicately in the daylight.
Creaking steps drop deeper into the earth's core
where a stench of rotting flesh fills the caverns.
A deranged doctor diligently dissects cadavers
atop a frozen burgundy steel table.
Bodies stack on top of bodies as
blood pools on the foundation floor.
Silence is broken by screaming
of a fresh victim cut limb to limb.
Each stacked on others like it:
arms with arms,
legs with legs,
and heads dangling like a chandelier
dripping down drenching anyone near.
The final sight at life's end
deep beneath a suburban cul de sac.
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