The walls within which I live

Ooze a stench permeating my flesh.

I am tarnished by the refuse dictating my life.

No amount of incense will purge me.

Carrion the result of years of lovelessness

I couldn’t escape

I was trapped.

For so many years I wallowed in my own mire

Every day fuelling my own levels of disgust.

Even in fleeing I have carried it with me

Like a luminous relic for all to see.

My trophy cabinet within this small corner of my world

Bulges some days such with the crap it contains.

But I have a new incense,

A burner that never closes

But is always at the ready

Awake to changes in me.

Its soothing aromas give me strength

Encouraging the venting, the ranting

The cleansing, the extracting.

For carrion this thick sticks

It resists removal, it is stubborn

As it sees itself as a part of who I am.

I am feeling a great peace, a weight removed

As I unburdened head towards a new light.

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