fermented odour (contains slight profanity)

do you know the smell of death?
the nostalgic
fermented odour
of shit in the lavatory
off from the master bedroom
in the old trailer?

soaking it in
(in the bed sheets),
and it returns,
again and again

dusty old garage,
you were my refuge
in the last days
of my child hood
(dusty old garage,
you killed my child hood)


Poetry by Thomas Perdue The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2012-11-20 at 21:46

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