Bathed in Filth

We were given a phobia, and mine was ablutophobia - the fear of bathing.

 

   Nothing left except him and his paralyzing fear.

                        Putrid smells wafted from his pores,

                                                            Greasy hair, face spotted with mud

 

 

 

You could see the stench exiting his skin.

 The sight of the porcelain demon made him tremble and quake.

                   He was discovered lying by the door, engulfed in his own dirt,

                                                                    

                                      the bathub sparkling clean.

Author's Note

Do not mind the odd text placement. There was a photo that was behind the text at one point. And as always, feedback is welcome.