Prosecution Exhibit C

It's the empty womb that torments.

The hollowness is a constant echo

that will not silence 

until it is filled.

Not with seed,

for nothing will grow again

in this diseased and barren space,

but with flesh, yes, flesh,

young, uncorrupted, and

Fragment of writing found in the home of accused serial killer / cannibal Arlene Townsend.

"When it came to the dark fuckery of the human heart, there seemed to be no limit."

--- Stephen King, Full Dark, No Stars

For Imaginary Garden with Real Toads