where do you keep them?

is your secret edible? best kept under saran wraps?
my secret is deep within me, no one has to know
i swallow them down, no suffering, no hiding place
no faces staring back at me through basement walls
no eyes peering at me through poorly drawn tarps
no last breaths reaching for me with clenching fingers rising from
a loose soil shallow and untimely tomb
where do your keep those bodies?
those wretched rotting undesirables
you'd be best off getting back home
while the getting is still good
seven dead hookers
seven weeks
no grocery shopping
save for vegetables
to make hooker stock
whores