It wasn’t my fault it was Y-O-U! For, your odor consumed my every breathe until it wasn’t even a choice. I thought peace would come my way but your smell came back to haunt me when I least expected it do even though you were six feet under. Getting worse and worse until my choice was to exhume your body or suffer in this eternal hell. Which led me to this world where I wasn’t consumed with your smell. Many might say I’m suffering in these white walls but nothing compared to the smell you had put me through.
FOOTNOTE- With respect to Edgar Allan Poe