Evil comes in many forms

The thunder woke me from a dead sleep

IT was closer than any Ive ever heard before

Another

Another

Like aliens awakening a seed buried long ago

MONDAY

after my sons first Hog hunt we deposited two heads into the freezer

A Freezer that had not been on in over a year

Stabbed into the wall this morning

A white empty chest with a glowing light

Ive iced the meat in a cooler in the back of my truck

Drain and ice drain and ice

Until the water isn’t pink anymore

Drain and ice

This fresh pork has ridden with me for three days now

Maybe the first pigs to make it to an Astros Game

Or see Baybrook mall

Check the heads - Check the freezer

Ive found a taxidermist who will boil them and turn them into European mounts

Wonder why a skull mount is called a European

Something to do with Vlad the impaler maybe?

She is a friend - but her text said something eerie at the end

“I don’t work on spoiled heads”

Cant work on me then I thought…

TUESDAY

Ill check the heads

My breath was stolen

The compressor never turned on

These animal heads were now putrid and liquifying

Stuffed in the white chest high coffin

Cooking in the garage under the summertime heat

There isn’t a word for the smell that emanated from that garage

The smell that wafted into the kitchen

The smell that caused every candle in our home to burn

Now the dilemma

What the hell do I do now

These pigs are my sons first large mammals

His journey from man cub starts here

But nothing will make me go into that cooler again

And for what anyway?

Crack a cutting tooth off

Split the bags wear a mask and save some teeth?

The taxidermist jinxed me

“No spoiled heads”

Whats beyond spoiled

decomposing?

I search and scour the web

YouTube and AI

Bio waste

1-800-got-junk

Come and take the whole freezer

I claim the power went out and there is spoiled meat inside

“No problem sir”

We will come give you a quote.

I live my life as though something isn’t rotting away in the garage

I check the front door every time a car drives by wondering when the cops will come and accuse me of removing a soul from this planet

I pray none of my enemies meet with a tragic accident

Not now at least

I can imagine the scene as the cops pull up…

Right out of a crime documentary

“When I got out of the car, the smell was so intense my eyes watered. I knew he had done it”

Open and shut case the gumshoes would say

This guys always been a loose cannon

Sir we can remove the freezer and the bio waste 150 for each service

300 bucks to remove a freezer - Have a nice day guys

“SO WHAT are you going to do? My wife says

For someone who keeps saying it’s not my problem you sure have a lot of interest in it.

“You’re just gonna let it sit there?”

“My mom says most trash companies will pick up appliances if you call them”

“Ameriwaste this is Jennifer”

Hello, I had a freezer compressor go out on me and our meat is spoiled do you come and pick that up or have a service or recommendation for me.

“Whats you address”

“Please hold sir”

No hold music

I guess no one uses the phone to call people anymore anyway

Meh would I rather sit in silence then hear some boring tune about sunny days -

Ok sir on your normal trash day place the meat in your normal trash receptacle

“Ohhhh…….K”… is she serious

On the 16th you can call back to get on our list for heavy appliance pick up

“OK thanks”

300 bucks or throw it in the trash can Thursday morning…

Holy hell I have to move this sack of bile and sinew into my trash can

Ok

Google don’t let me down

Ahh !!

Vinegar

Respirator

Baking soda

Gloves

AMAZON Order

Arrives tomorrow (what a world we live in)

WEDNESDAY

Pretend the problem doesn’t exist - at least while I shower

Do a little shopping

Take the crew to an Astros game

Astros over white Sox ! What a game!

White cooler in the back of the truck hauling my reminder of what exists at home

Ice and drain

Drain and ice

Garage still reeks

Cops still haven’t come

3M respirator arrives

Gallon of vinegar sitting on the island

Smell dissipates

THURSDAY

Before the sun rises

Thunder Lightning

CRASHING

Reminding me of the task at hand

I knew what Today meant

Ive seen things no man should see

Smelled things that shouldn’t exist

Ive been at the crux of evil and fate

I adjust the mask and affix the organic odor cartridges

I put on my gloves

I prepare a 50/50 solution of Vinegar and water in a spray bottle

I get a pitcher of water and grab the vinegar jug

I make my way to the garage

My children somberly stare at me  like I’m walking to my death

Like this is the last time they will ever see me

It was partly true the man that walked into that garage never came back

The me that did - wasn’t the same.

You cant be prepared for something like this

When I opened the door

I was met with no smell

The respirator was worth every cent

I opened the garage door to a downpour and a black sky

Thunder lightning

Closer than its ever been

As if the Gods knew I was stepping into a world of darkness

The corner of the freezer I had yet to open was covered with maggots

I had not considered that things would work so quickly

Tiny ashen creatures writhing around

Revolting and grotesque

I grab another trash bag

Lift the coffin lid

The truth was worse than my imagination would allow

There was nowhere to run

Horror in its purest form

Maggots clinging to every edge of the interior

The black bag now blending with a thick sludge coating the bottom of the freezer

An abyss of evil that seemed to be an endlessly deep pool of terror

A black ichor that was once blood

I reach into the hole and pull up the bag

A thin layer of plastic that I count on to stay intact

A tear reveals the source of my agony

The escape of blood that has caused this new life to thrive in its waste

Maggots fall to the ground

On to the plastic and metal chairs perched beside the freezer

The rain pours and the Thunder sounds like the world could split under my feet at any moment

I manage to sit one bag inside another and tie it off

I let it lie in wait at my feet

I pour vinegar into the maggots home

A smoke appears as if I have just purified an evil

It rises up into the air

The vinegar like holy water destroying the putridity that surrounds it

Ive never bear witness to an exorcism but this couldn’t be far from it

The maggots squirm

Something about thousands of tiny worms moving in different directions gives you a feeling of wickedness writhing

Dying to feed on the flesh of the dead

A power in death that goes unseen

All at once the rain stopped

This world knows when evil is caged

When it is pent up

When it is alive

It knows too when it has been subdued

Cleansing the world of death and decay

I guess that’s what the maggots exist for

Here I am stopping the natural order of things

All the while I thought I was doing gods work

Maybe I was impeding it.

An inevitable cycle that I’ve interrupted

I pour more vinegar and water and close the lid

I spray the 50/50 mix everywhere

On the maggots cloaked in shadows

On the bag at my feet

The background has become empty and its only me

Far from help

Spraying in every direction

Vinegar lingering in the air

No smells penetrate

A black slurry is on my hands on the bags on the sprayer

Im a stranger to this distant monster called revoltion

A cruel punishment

And a realization that I was never safe

My nightmares thirst has been quenched

I place the double bagged parasitic buffet into the trash can and roll it to the curb

The neighbors wife pulls in across the street staring at me

Im shirtless and wearing a gas mask in the pouring rain

My gloves are covered in blood and black bile

I look back and wave

She thinks I’ve killed someone

The truth is Im the one who has just died

I take things the maggots have touched and placed them outside to be purified by the last of the rain

Everything reeks of dread

I spray and spray

I spray myself

Arms legs gloves

I leave the horde of endless maggots to die in vinegar

Leave the freezer closed

Thats a problem for another day

maybe the 16th

I wait hoping Jen knows what she is talking about

Will they pick this up at the curb

Does it become someone else’s problem for 46 bucks a month

The rain is gone

The can at the curb sits

Hiding a dark secret

The garage door remains open and the smell covers the street

Maybe I’ll consider cremation now…

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