this was written for tonights monday #haibun challange at #dversepoets pub
There he sits . His knowledge never lived.
Gogglebox drop fed straight to his diseased mind.
His gardens arboreal skeletons mean no more than a hiding place.
The sky above this house burns like hellfire.
The marsh of hellfire hides his victims
School uniforms his pleasure. A collection he keeps under his bed
A police cordon surrounds his house every October 31st.
Until the kiddies firebombed his abode.
Curtains twitching
Childhood monster lives within
Innocents snatches loose
perspective poetry 
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