that death is near. a needle. clinking. a sudden rush of sterility. the chemical smell of attempted cleaniness. the smell of failure. the stench of human erasure. red smells like something real. the sound of gurgling. the velvet texture of blue faces. gurgling. eyes fixed on the vase next to the bed. blue is life. is death. is something in between the two. three lines run to his nose. chemicalflowerblood fragrance. the combination tickles the cilia. relaxes the veins. it hazes, but the blue spot looks more reddish now. the air tastes less distracted. the warmth will soon reach my lip.

08/28/2007

Posted on 08/29/2007
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