The realtor walks
Inside the house
Feeling so warm
She sweats her blouse

She reviews the property
From room to room
She checks every corner
Even the one with the broom

She steps towards it
When the space moves
The floorboards shifted
Easy to remove

She found steps
That led under the floor
Into an unknown space
And found what’s in store

Shelves built
To keep many jars
Filed with embalming liquid
And organs with scars