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| Potpourri of Stench |
She entered the basement with trepidation
And was immediately struck, almost at a spiritual level
By the horrid fetid smell
She looked around, frightened, speechless
Trying not to breathe
He glanced up from his work
Cigar smoldering in his mouth
Animal carcass half butchered before him
Full diaper pail, with cover broken, awaiting repair
Emanating an odor so foul
That the waves of stench rippling away
From his own body never even reached her.
She gagged, caught the vomit in her mouth,
Turned and ran up the stairs
To a toilet
Heaving
He watched her go and listened to her retching
And slowly, finally,
He smiled
Amused and satisfied.
She would never violate his space again.
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