Smells Stories

"And the shadow of the day will embrace the world in grey and the sun will set for you..." ~Linkin Park, Shadow of the Day. The hospital walls, They surround her, all white, no color, all pain. The smell of death lingers in the sheets in the pillows in the air She can't escape fast enough But there was a reason she was there, to say something of love to help someone along to say goodbye To a life she'd known.

Why did I move here? What is that awful smell? The train tracks outside the window are loud as hell. How will this affect sleep? Why is the carpet damp? I just saw a tiny leak near that dusty old ceiling lamp. Where are those bloody keys? What is that annoying sound? It's next door with music so raucous it shakes the ground. Why does she look happy? Is my girlfriend that delusional? I don't think I have seen that amazing...

Standing on the kerb By the stone bollard The carved number ten Mossily announcing a mile And an arrow pointing up to the town hall at my side. I am waiting to cross the road. I am one with the universe. The lights go red For Ann Street and Queen Street. Cars go forward The green man does not appear. Time is an illusion. The lights change to green For Queen Street. I’m still standing here. As a hulking great truck passes...