Disgust smells of cigarette smoke.
A wisp curling into my nose and twisting my gut.
Woodsmoke always smells of home,
But cigarette smoke smells of disgust.
Disgust tastes like slurs dripping off a tongue,
With malice and hate.
Thick like honey, but not so sweet.
Disgust sounds like the shivers rolling down my spine as I try to flick it away,
Like a horse with far too many flies.
Disgust looks like a clenched fist.
Holding back an angry strike.
Disgust feels like smoldering embers.
Hot in the pit of my gut as I try to hold back the vile feeling
Of the cigarette smoke twisting in my nose.
And the thick slurs.
And the shivers.
And tightly holding back my fist.
Disgust smells of cigarette smoke.