dettolA Poem by MarshallThe smell of dettol permeates way down the street even as I approach the clinic in terror death stalks every step and my pulse races with the knowledge of impending doom. Try as I might, to stay calm and in control, bugs don't think- they eat their fill first and talk with high temperatures and tantrums coughs and splutters chills and tingles and tantrums, probably knowing that murderous pills on their way. dettol has a distinct sensation, it matches sterile spongy clean sop and maternity wards yet I know if you smelt dettol in the deep woods you would question every dark spot on a leaf the bark the tree! the wind and the root. That's how it got associated with death. I could never overcome that smell at times it felt safe, at other times it felt like alarm bells were ringing of an approaching enemy facing a firing squad. How could they fire us to the next world with a smell? But that's what it always felt like. But today I need to get my flu sorted out. Dettol wont do the killing fields any good. Its hard to have a love/hate relationship with a smell. Dettol and Women! They are alike! That's it. Yeah. Author NotesOptional © . All rights reserved, 2 months ago© 2014 Marshall |
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