Hospital

 

 

It's too clean in here

I can't smell my skin.

Where in these halls

Is my mother waiting to hold me?

I can't smell the cut grass below the window

Nobody's coming in

Except the scalpel to my skin.

What have they done to my smell?

Where in the chemical madness

Have they locked my mother away?

She's been fading from my mouth

For the last two years -

Now she's gone altogether.

What have they done to her smell?

My mother used to drink strawberry wine

Now all I smell is alcohol.

It's too clean in here,

I cannot smell the wind.

They've covered me with cotton

What have they done to my skin?

Creatures with costumes,

To keep their flesh buried so well.

I cannot touch them either.

What have they done to our smell?

Reviews

[Jasper]

I found some of the imagery in here very powerful and disturbing...glad I have private insurance...lol. But i feel you really captured the strangeness and sterile nature of these places very well, and how disorienting they can be. I enjoyed it for its imagery and difference...if thats the right word...