THE STENCH

THE STENCH

A Poem by Gheeneil

You must have smelled the stench

of a thousand year-old laundry

pulled out from your bedroom closet.

The stale had grown stronger

under your nostrils, it tickled

a vein to the immortals.

The stain had aged--

Restless as those who had worn it

Around your thoughts the scent gripped tight,

decomposing what’s left of you

Now you didn’t only wear it--

You became it.

 


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ONE PERSON’S TRASH

Print

2017


© 2018 Gheeneil


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Wow - someone really got your your nose (sorry about the pun) .. this write certainly conveyed the passion and tenacity - very interesting use of words and an interesting read! :-)

Posted 3 Years Ago


When we hide the bad things we do from loved ones the smell of hurt becomes greater when discovered.

Been a while since I read one from you. A pleasure to reconnect with your art.

Posted 3 Years Ago



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