Tasty
Looking good…
Then bombarded by chemical warfare
(bad breath)
Strange looks and other unidentifiable
odours
I cringe trying to escape.
I’m surrounded by curiosity, hovering
over me like flies on shit.
“I am being invaded”
“RUN”!!
Nowhere to go.
I’m in the hot zone
I crouch down
Bombarded again – continuously being
bombarded
Blitzkrieg
I couldn’t tell if that one was from the
front or back.
Smells the same.
Plugged in I listen.
Waiting for the green light…I’m ready
to leave.
Ready
Ready
Ready
The words fading
What started as tasty is now leaving a
bad taste in this sacred vessel of mine.
Must Breathe.
A siren goes off inside my head eroding
my brain with disgust.
Insecticide
Killing my existence
Fading
Fade
(gone)
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