There is a smell here, insidious
enough to almost be insipid, but not
quite, from where I stand inside
this sterile room. The smell
is sticking to the hairs
in my nostrils, coating the membranes
of my lungs, until my air glides
unnaturally inandout in the manner
of a poison, seeping
in to all your systems, that you
won't notice until
You crash.