Farts

infinitebutthurt:

A Poem, by me.

A cool breeze filled the room,
Chills creeped up my spine.
My arms littered with goose bumps.

It was in the air.
It was coming. 

With a deep sound it arrived,
Guttural, and fierce.
It pierced the silence of the room,
Like a knife. 

A sickening warmth followed,
Flanked by the smell.
A smell only to be described as,
….Rank. 

As quickly as it came,
It was gone.
Leaving behind a faint taste in the back of my throat. 
The taste of,
Poo. 

Selfies through the ages.

meshugaa:

infinitebutthurt:

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I can read it to you! <3

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50’s Stuck Meenah and Aranea from Aki Con.