I Stink of Regret
The stench crawls up the mossy drapery in a
house reeking with death. The sad part is
no one died here, just my soul. A mirror on
the wall is a remnant of the God forsaken war
among me and… myself.
A look in the mirror brings back lost and
confusing memories. Days of hard labor
and nights of manly pleasure. I try to
forget about the vile smell, but it’s just
too hard to let go. I cover my mouth and
hold my breath-
Madness masquerading in my mind's sheath-
Decayed dust drifts into the devil’s relief.
Trapped in a room with only three walls
I sit and wait for a breath I can muster.
The longing for comfort in my bones is
deeper than the fragrance of loss. I
live for loss, and I’d die for it too.
This I know.
I’m just a dirty soul who clings to death
like a suicidal maniac. I’ve been here
before though, many times. I’ve felt the
pain of delight as glass has ripped up
my feet, leaving nothing but the scent
of foul blood-
Shouts of sinister sins save my spirit-
Frustration foretells fever, I can feel it.
Strangers visit and violate my soul. They
stay for days and after some time the aroma
of my secrets lingers on…on…and…on.
I’ve hidden laughter in the depths of
my stomach and when I am hungry I
sit and weep.
I cling to malodorous moments. You
know, the ones that boil you so blazed
you have to peel off your skin for relief-
To me, relief is in my poor manuscripts.
I write plays of sadness and in the end
the Queen always dies from disease
or depression. I read verses and sense
nothingness. I try to forget the vile
smell of pain, but it's just too hard to let go.
I cover my mouth and hold my breath-
Fetid fragrances free me just to forget-
Sanctity savors my sadness as I stink of regret.
Fictional write for contest
Stink Contest
October 2, 2016
Copyright © Lu Loo | Year Posted 2016
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