UNDER YOUR NOSE
SUCH A PUTRID SMELL
I GO LEFT, I GO RIGHT
STILL THE SCENT FOLLOWS ME
ALL THROUGHOUT THE NIGHT
MY STOMACH CHURNS
AS MY NOSTRILS FLAIR
I PEER THROUGH WATERY EYES
BUT NOTHING IS THERE
OH WHAT COULD IT BE
I FALL DOWN IN DEFEAT
AND TO MY DISBELIEF
I REALIZE IT IS MY FEET
©Written by: Serena Ellison
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