‘Olfactory'

Oh my
I guess I'm open wide
I did try to keep it inside
In time
All we secrete and hide
Becomes quite easy to divine

Oh grief -
Bright lights are trained on me
I'm just the same non-entity
Funny
How so much blood can be
The release of that child in heels

Oh well
Goodbye, my little shell
A jail cell is comfort in hell
Accelerate
Me, at full pelt
To days when they will never tell.

 

© M.A.Tovey 2009