The silence of the night rest on the ears bringing everything to a stand still. In the middle of the road a reminder to keep your eyes fixated until you feel pain--pain in the abdomen. The kind lingering upwards to the throat refusing to leave unless attended to. And you would if you knew what the actual origin of the problem. One morning brought a shovel full and it's been hard to either re-bury or at least sprinkle it over the top soil as to make it stand for something. The stench is still very much present as people avoid you like the plague. So much so until you believe you have been plagued--disregarded and left to be subjected to lies. The truth of course comes with a price.