A bit like fertilizer really,
with all the stink and none of the nutrients.
It seeps up from below
where you might miss it at first,
though something smells off.
it will gradually work its way in
soiling the things you once took joy in.
Every step leaving an imprint,
perfuming the trail for those that follow.
Miasma most foul -
don’t let it into your home!
Negativity happens.Just deal with it as soon as it does.
My corgi, Kit.
Song choice: Clean Up Your Own Backyard by Elvis
This poem was created from a prompt offered by Magaly Guerrero for NaPoWriMo (Day 16: Negativity runs in circles)