(no subject)

Mar 12, 2009 09:25

Perfumed farts
make this place stink something aweful
Noxious, thick odors driving us to the walls                                         And it's a shame the windows don't open

Pressed khaki, plaid, pants suits, and discreet little emissions
(this clan is silent, but sweet jesus, the horror of their smells is haunting)
Important meetings, but amongst

each other

they live is a world of safety. Blessedly
white and safe.
That's where the fear spawns.
That's where the air reeks
and where my stomach flips.
I'm getting out of this.
Previous post Next post
Up