Her Smell Is Awful

Others love her, singing her praises. I reject her in the bowels of my soul. Some see beauty, write her up in poems. I see her as a sinister, angry, killing beast. Many profess to adore the ocean. They use fancy words, decorating her meanness. I know better. Her smell is awful; her depth repulses me. Who knows what murderous secrets she hides? I believe she killed me in another lifetime Her smell causes my heart to feel terror. Hearing phantom boot steps approaching, I turn quickly, expecting a gruesome death.