They can smell it on my being, because it is in my bra.
They can taste it on my tongue, because it is on my breath.
My heart is racing, my fingers trembling.
They can see the glaze and the haze in my gaze... **** they can see my eyes!
Just a little further, don't start walking fast. They will see through my scurry and then they'll know my task.

Around a corner I zip, slipping into my house.
One fluid motion leads to a needed inhalation.
And one, "Freedom," comes coughing out.