I am the sulphur-dioxide gas,
filling your air-conditioned kennel,
I know I smell
like a sharp tiny sable stabbing your nose,
scourging your sensory cells in your nasal cavity,
your muzzles are now runny,
but you can’t stop inhaling me,
nor extracting me with your mortal ability.
you hate the smell,
I know…
you want to get rid of the smell,
I know…
And I know,
you can’t even see me.
21 July 2009
ah1n1
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