Saturday, October 20, 2007

The Stink

It was overwhelming, I told him on my cigarette break sans cigarette. It was fermented juice and food, leaking through a trash bag, microwaved and sautéed in rotten body odor. I fled to the bathroom, where I thought I could dwell freely without such an odious stench, yet the bright lights drew out a pulsing migraine.

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