The stench of sanity

There is something rotten - inside of
You, in your flesh, the stench of
Sanity. It breathes in your
Eyes, this thing…

Something decadent, in your
Flesh, decaying…

It will be too late – you will
Die of it!

This thing that sleeps with you
Night after night, like
An aging wanton woman,
Spent, but not quite spent –

And she waits for you to
Dump her, in some dark street
Corner… yet follows you,
Drunken whore!

There’s no getting away for you
You will die of it, this thing
That breathes…

Inside of you, in your flesh
The stench of sanity

 ---Deepti Naval