Night of 1,000 Stenches

Arriving once a month
Scheduled
By a demented madman
The night begins
With the innocent feast
Replicas of food
From a foreign land
Drenched in sauces
That range from soup
To liquid fire
It is a hearty meal
That breaks the monotony
But many go too far
There is no warning
For those around
No sign that bombs
Are ticking in some gullets
Hours will pass
Before the truth sets in
The hallway reeks
Of unmentionable odors
Seeping
From beneath locked doors
Bathrooms are transformed
Into putrid gas chambers
Many will find seclusion
Fearing the roaming stench
Never knowing
If their roommate is another bomb
Gurgling in wait
About to melt the posters
Barely hanging on the walls
With a single burst
The night will pass
Leaving shameful stories
Told over a safer meal
Such is the cycle
That begins and ends
With the dreaded
Taco Night

About Charles Yallowitz

Charles E. Yallowitz was born, raised, and educated in New York. Then he spent a few years in Florida, realized his fear of alligators, and moved back to the Empire State. When he isn't working hard on his epic fantasy stories, Charles can be found cooking or going on whatever adventure his son has planned for the day. 'Legends of Windemere' is his first series, but it certainly won't be his last.
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