Stench
During the night the pantry door opened
Out it released the fumes of old
Old times
Expired moments left in the past is bestÂ
Best before and better after
But the stench still lingers
Morning comes
I canât take a bite without wincing
Anticipating what is sweet to be sour
What was best went bitter
BatteredÂ
Layers of mould and mildew
There gone in the blinkâŚ
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