A knock at the door...
I courteously opened,
I received...
I obliged..
Thoughts flowed with mine...
procured creations,
fascinating at times...
...it was nice while it lasted...
...The drink turned sour...
From a ripe apple...
putrid inside its core,
emanated powerful repulsion.
I aired out the room...
The stench remains...
Like a curse...
Impossible to cast out.
...No options left...
It is time...
to walk out the door...
away from it all...
far, far away...