1332, words

the putrid stench worked it’s way into every crack and crevice

of death and misfortune

as if a portal to hell were opened and out seeped the smell of endless torment

eyes water

gag reflex engages

cramping

it pervades all it comes in contact with

desperation and loneliness

a cologne made with distilled heartache and essence of nightmares

at any second a claw like hand could reach out and shock my system to flat line

a residue of gun powder

open flame

hydrofluoric acid bubbles in buckets

everything turns to paste

everything fades away

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