My Morbid Fantasy

the dorm was empty,
I'd gotten back early,
as I walked down the hall
I smelled something rotting,
spoiled meat or milk or some other garbage
then I wondered and worried
if it was death I was smelling.
I'd spent the whole day alone,
how foolish I'd been
for not using my time wisely
for allowing this opportunity to come and go
without even an attempt,
it made me sick to imagine
my morbid fantasy
as someone else's reality.
Jealousy is all that keeps me from sanity.