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