Wednesday, September 21

flatulence

like a G.I. in a battlefield
it manuevers through unmarked territory
searching for a sanctuary
that will save it from negligence
a cloud of soldiers
warm, heavy, unseen
by the human eye
curls into your nostrils
infiltrating all senses
clings on for dear life
letting you know its existence
it screams in silent disturbance
and you know you've been invaded

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